“Why would you want to kill us?” Portia asked. “Killme?”
Leopold scowled at her. “I only can take over if your father dies without heirs.”
Portia laughed. “You think you’d become the heir if I died?”
“Since I’ve already taken care of your father.”
“What?”
Taking advantage of their shock, Leopold reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun.
Dizzie gasped. Or maybe Portia did. The sound echoed in the suddenly quiet cell.
Dull black, the weapon seemed to absorb light. He aimed it at Portia, then Dizzie, shifting back and forth between them.
The muzzle wavered. He couldn’t seem to decide which of them to shoot first.
Dizzie kept an eye on the gun, too afraid to look anywhere else. Her palms were sweaty, her pulse racing. There were cameras in the cell. Someone had to be watching and send help. Right? Now would be good.
Portia laughed again.
“Stop antagonizing the nice man with the gun,” Dizzie hissed at her sister.
If they kept him talking, maybe he wouldn’t shoot them. “You’re not going to shoot us in front of the cameras,” Dizzie said quickly. “There will be witnesses.”
Leopold smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant sight. “That’s the best part. Portia wanted to get rid of you alone, so she had the cameras turned off. There won’t be any witnesses.”
Dizzie looked at Portia. “You bitch! You were going to kill me?”
Portia shrugged and didn’t deny it.
Fuuuck!This day just got better and better.
He waved the gun again and that was when Dizzie noticed his gloves. “It’s unfortunate that Portia, blinded by her grief, killed the person responsible for her husband’s death,” Leopold explained. “Then, unwilling to live without him, she turned the gun on herself.”
Actually, that was…a pretty convincing plan.
His hand might be shaking, but Dizzie didn’t think he was going to change his mind about killing them.
She slowly shifted half a step to the left. Hopefully it wasn’t enough for either Portia or Leopold to notice. The closer she was to the door, the better. She’d take any advantage she could.
“I get why you’d want to take out Portia,” Dizzie said. An offended gasp came from beside her. “I don’t understand why you wanted me too. I’m nobody.” Her parentage seemed to be a tightly held secret.
“Nobody?” Leopold laughed. “Do you think Phillip Tremaine had secrets from me? I was his right hand. Hereliedon me. Hell, I helped bury the bodies. I know exactly who you are and why he kept you close.”
Well, that explained why he wanted to take her out too. She may not be an heir, but with her innards, Tremaine could be around for a long time.
“You didn’t do this all by yourself, did you?” After days of not knowing how she’d become a bomb-delivery service, Dizzie wanted answers. Before she died seemed like a good time.
Leopold aimed the gun at her. Dizzie’s stomach churned and she fought the urge to flee.
“Oh no. I had help,” he admitted. “One of Tremaine’s captive computer specialists was more than happy to uncover company secrets. Especially after I told him it would bring down the Tremaine family so he’d be free.”
A hacker was involved?Herhacker? Why had he been helping her? “Your partner will know what happened. Why you killed us.”
“I’ll tie up that loose end as soon as I finish with you.” His voice took on a manic edge.
Dizzie didn’t think they had long until he pulled the trigger.
