“Quiet as a church mouse the next morning, wasn’t he?” Ben asked.
Instead of answering, Lawrence burst into laughter. He covered his mouth with his hand and shook hishead, watching Ben’s eyes twinkle in the gloom of the forest. But his humor died a quick death, because almost immediately he was reminded that their brother was gone and they’d been placed in this impossible situation because of the man who was currently warm and cozy and dipping his wick into some pretty, dark-haired chickadee.
Rage instantly replaced his amusement. A bitter curse took theplace of the laughter on his lips. “We’ll wait ’til late before making our move,” he said, his mind spinning through scenarios and latching on to the one that might possibly work.
“And then what?” Ben asked, all the playfulness gone from his voice. “If we do ’em in the house, there’ll be evidence. Blood everywhere.”
“We won’t do ’em in the house. We’ll get ’em to comeouttathe house.”
Ben glanced at him, trepidation in his eyes. He still wasn’t totally with the program.
Well,getwith it, little brother, Lawrence thought.It’s the only way.
“How do you propose we do that?” Ben asked.
“The woman.” Lawrence smiled, some of his humor returning. Only it wasn’t the warm humor of a fond memory. It was the cold humor of forthcoming revenge. “We simply hafta get thewoman.”
And then he laid out his plan.
