Rage erupting inside her, Emily pushed to her feet. Her head spun and she swayed. “You killed Heather.” She flung the words at Justine, her vision blurring. Emily blinked to clear it. “She trusted you. Loved you, and you killed her.”
“She knew.” Justine braced her feet wide apart, like the cops on television, as if she was preparing to fire her weapon. “She was going to tell. Something had to be done.”
“Don’t say any more, Justine!” Misty screamed. “Just shoot her and it’ll be finished.”
Justine’s face contorted with fury that she aimed toward Misty. “If you’d done it right the first time, we wouldn’t be having this discussion!”
“You can’t do it. Let me.” Misty sneered. Held out her hand. “I’m the one who took care of all the other problems. One mistake doesn’t change the fact that you need me to protect you.”
“Heather was the only one who had to die,” Justine snarled. “You didn’t have to kill Keith. He wouldn’t have told anyone. He was too afraid to tell.”
“He almost told Troy,” Misty argued, her voice rising with obvious frustration. “Keith was weak. He was going to screw up everything. I know it.” She pounded her chest. “I’m the smart one!”
“He still loved me.”
Misty laughed. “He was finished with you. That’s why he spilled his guts to Heather. That’s what started all of this. Or have you forgotten?”
Emily was torn between trying to make a move and listening to this insanity play out. And then her emotions made the decision for her.
“You killed Heather because you didn’t want to lose Keith?”
Justine glared at Emily, her eyes ablaze with hatred. “Don’t be stupid. I didn’t kill anyone. Misty did it to protect me. No one can pin any of that on me.” She sent a scornful glance at her friend and colleague. “Besides, it was Keith’s fault Heather had to die. He told her about us. She confronted me. Snatched my necklace off my throat and had the nerve to say I didn’t deserve it. After all I’d done for you girls. The bitch was going to go to the police. I would’ve lost my job,” Justine added angrily. “Gone to jail or gotten lynched by some of the rednecks around here. All for giving a chosen few of my students the biggest thrills of their insignificant little lives.”
“Heather had to die,” Misty chimed in a depraved chorus. “There was no other option.”
Justine glowered at her accomplice. “But you didn’t get the necklace back. Ray held that over me all those years. That damned necklace kept him from buying our story that Keith was guilty, even with his blackout that night and the blood we smeared all over him and his clothes. You screwed that up too.”
“Ray was stupid, just like all the others,” Misty said with a snort of derision. “Men always hurt you in the end.”
“Shut up!” Justine screamed at Misty before turning her full attention back to Emily. “You shouldn’t have come back, Em. Austin would have given up eventually if it hadn’t been for you.” She locked her elbows and adjusted her hold on the weapon. “You ruined everything.”
Emily’s heart stumbled as she mentally grappled for some sort of plan.
“Let me do it,” Misty demanded as she sidled closer to Justine, her big eyes fixed on Emily from behind those thick lenses. “All I have to do is say how these two went crazy and I was protecting you from them.” She reached for the weapon. “No one will question us. They wouldn’t dare. We’ve got too much on them.”
“No.” Justine elbowed her away. “You’ve done enough already. You’re the one who made this mess. This time I’m cleaning it up.”
“You’re upset,” Misty insisted. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Justine argued.
Emily risked a glance in Clint’s direction. He still lay on the ground seemingly unconscious, but the bunching of his biceps told her he was bracing for a move.
If he tried to stop them, Justine would shoot him.
“I said, let me have the gun,” Misty commanded.
Emily had to do something first. She aimed her full attention on Justine.Shewas responsible for Heather’s death. And Keith’s ... and Ray’s.Shehad ruined Clint’s life. And Emily’s.Shewasn’t going to get away with this anymore.
Justine shoved Misty aside. “Stay out of my way. I don’t need any more help from you.”
When Misty protested and reached for the gun, Emily lunged at Justine, knocked her arms upward. The weapon discharged in the air, the sound deafening. They hit the ground, Justine on top. Emily’s arms shook with the effort of keeping the barrel of the gun pointed away from her. Justine fought harder, tried to turn the gun toward Emily.
A shoe connected with the side of Justine’s head. Her grip loosened. Emily grabbed control of the weapon as Clint shoved Justine off her. Misty, her glasses askew, was hanging on his back, her arms locked around his neck in a choke hold.
Emily scrambled to her feet, her hands shaking but closed firmly around the butt of the weapon. “Get off him,” she ordered Misty, her voice wobbly.
Clint pried the crazy woman’s arms free of his throat. Misty screamed and bit his ear.
