“I can’t believe it,” she said as they drove home. She sat in the rear seat, squeezed between Arve and Josef. Stig sat on Josef’s other side. “He paid that man to shoot me. He put out a hit on me.A hit on me.”
Arve growled. “He’s lucky he’s locked up where he’s safe from us, Fiona, mine. He almost killed you.”
“Did you see the expression on the assassin’s face?” Fiona giggled. “I’ve spoiled his good record. I tripped on that pothole and then skidded on the ice outside Gypsy’s. Both acts of clumsiness saved my life.” She sobered. “He killed two other people in Winnipeg when he was trying to shoot me. One of them had two little boys.”
“The RCMP are pleased with the capture,” Stig said. “But apart from admitting to trying to shoot you, he’s not saying anything about his other hits.”
“I’ll contact my lawyer tomorrow. The divorce hearing is coming in two weeks, but things will change now that Robert is heading to jail for attempted murder.”
“Among other charges,” Kirk said. “He’s in a heap of trouble. You’re free of him now.”
“I’ll book a flight back to Fort Lauderdale tomorrow,” Fiona said.
The brothers stopped talking.
Leif skidded to a stop in the middle of the road, heedless of the other traffic. He turned to stare at her, the engine rumbling. “You’re leaving us?”
“I need to sort out my divorce and take care of the house. I’ve decided I’ll pack up the house and rent it out for a few months.”
“Then?” Leif asked, his bear flashing in his deep brown eyes.
Fiona smiled. “I’m coming home to Churchill, of course. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes!” Josef shouted.
The others confined themselves to broad grins, and Leif set the vehicle in motion again.
“You’ll be busy with the freight orders we’ve arranged, but I wondered if one of you wanted to come with me? The heat… I’m not sure how you’ll manage in the higher temperatures, but Robert’s family live in Fort Lauderdale too. When they hear about Robert, well, they’ll try to make trouble.”
“I’ll go with you,” Arve rumbled.
Leif braked and turned to stare at Arve this time. “You hate the heat. You won’t be able to shift if you want to.”
“I’m big and my size scares people. How long will it be, Fiona, mine?”
“About two weeks? Would that be all right? Can you handle two weeks? I have a swimming pool. A private one that no one overlooks.”
Arve nodded and kissed her cheek. “Yes, Fiona, mine. Two weeks is doable. For you, I would stay as long as necessary.”
“Fool,” Leif muttered as he resumed the drive home. “He’s never flown in a plane before. He’ll probably get air sick.”
