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As he started the car and drove away, he decided that it was time for him to dump the
excess baggage and make certain no one would ever tie him in with Damien or Rodriguez.
He was tired of having to take all the risks and do all the dirty work while that jerk-off
cousin of Rodriguez's thought he was in the driver's seat. He had worked too long and too hard
for everything to go up in smoke now. And the little queer bride was far too fucking sharp to
count out. He would have to have Connor take care of her. Make it look like Luis had done it.
He smiled grimly as he thought about Rodriguez rotting in a Mexican prison while his
loyal and trustworthy attorney was the only person left who could handle the Rodriguez estates
and properties.
He had quietly managed to siphon off more than three million bucks over the last few
years. And no one was the wiser now that Damien was out of the picture. It had been easy, hiring
a crooked business manager and making him think that Luis Rodriguez had actually hired him.
Then transferring money from Damien through Luis and on to his personal account in the
Caymans.
Luis Rodriguez was stupid enough to think the half million he had gained was all the
money that had been taken. But that was chump change compared to what money was tucked
away in his accounts offshore. It had taken him ten years of working at it covertly, but he had
bilked the old man out of enough to keep him in high style for the rest of his life. And after he
gained full control, he could milk the estate legally and no one would ever be the wiser.
He pulled out of the estate lane onto the highway and reached for his cell phone.
 Connor? Mrs. R. is thinking she needs to visit her husband this afternoon. It would be better if
she didn't get there. It would be even better if the whole mess went up in smoke. You know
what to do. Let me know when it's done."
* * * *
Jose picked up the house phone.  Si, señora?"
"Jose, I would appreciate it if you would do me a great favor? Chris said quietly.
"I will come up at once. She replaced the receiver, but not until after she heard a soft
click that told her that another ear had been on the hallway extension upstairs. Someone in the
house was eavesdropping.
Chris was pacing her bedroom floor when he knocked, and she opened her door and
smiled at him quietly for the benefit of the man seated a few steps down the hall beside the third
floor gallery window.
"Jose, I was cleaning up the closets, and I would appreciate it if you would move this big
trunk downstairs to the storage in the cellar. It's only my old clothes and some of my books, but
it's pretty heavy. I couldn't possibly move it myself. There isn't enough room in my closet with all
the new things I have. She pulled him into the room and allowed the door to swing mostly shut,
continuing her calm request as she led him across the room to where she had a trunk beside the
bed.
Once they were out of easy earshot of the door, she handed him a sheaf of papers and
whispered urgently,  Please get these to Judge Wilhoit immediately. There's a letter in there. I
believe I have an idea who really did murder Mr. Damien. Her eyes held his.  I want you to send
the girls and Maria away to somewhere safe until we're certain it's safe to come home. I might be
paranoid, but I prefer to have you all safe."
"What about you, señora? I have orders to see to your safety. Jose's dark eyes were
worried.
She decided it would be better that Jose not know her suspicions, or he might be in
danger, too.  I should be safe enough for the moment. Her worried eyes met his, and he nodded
quickly, folding the papers and tucking them under his jacket into his belt.
She resumed speaking normally as he dragged the heavy trunk across the floor, and she
opened the door as he hefted it out into the corridor.  And please tell Maria that I would like her
to serve dinner at six? I will be home early. She didn't know who she could trust at the moment, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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