“No!” Bitsy snapped. “We had a plan. You take care of Curt and we play it cool. The money was untraceable. We’d been putting it aside for years, Harry, years. No one would ever know. No one.”
Shock made every centimeter of my body lock. There it was but I couldn’t believe my ears as I lay there and stared at the hideous scene playing out in front of me.
Harry and Bitsy had had Curt killed.
Bitsy.
Bitsy!
“He hired an investigator,” Harry returned.
“So?” Bitsy shot back. “I knew that, Harry, and I told you. The guy didn’t know anything. The game was to play it cool, you know that. No matter what, play it cool. That investigator didn’t know anything. I know because I got in Curt’s desk and read his reports. He didn’t even know we were sending the death threats! He didn’t know anything. He didn’t know shit! Then you off and kill him the same night that guy you found killed Curt. Why? Why would you do that? And this,” she threw out an arm, “Shauna? Nina? It was only supposed to be Curt. Only Curt. Why would you drag Nina into this? What’s the matter with you?”
“Shauna was fuckin’ Curt and Max and me,” Harry retorted.
“I know that, Harry, it was part of the fucking plan for you to look like you’d moved on from me,” Bitsy returned.
“Jesus, Bits, I just told you she was fuckin’ me,” Harry bit out.
“Yes, Harry, I know that. That was the plan,” Bitsy bit back.
“God,” Harry leaned back, “you don’t even care, you don’t even care she sucked me off, that I had to fuck that cold, emotionless piece of ass to keep up this shit so no one would guess.”
“I cared but that was the plan, Harry, we both had to sacrifice so we could have what we wanted. So we could be where we wanted to be,” Bitsy reminded him.
“But she was tryin’ to take Curt’s money, your money,” he clipped. “She got pregnant to do it.”
“She’s not pregnant, you idiot!” Bitsy, finally losing it, snapped. “She’s as pregnant as me. She said it because Curt always wanted a kid and obviously I couldn’t give him one so she thought she could play that but she wasn’t going to get dick. Not from Curt, he may have thought with his dick half the time but the other half wasn’t stupid, Harry and you know it. And you had to let her play you so you’d be with her when Curt was done and then no one would think a thing of it when you dumped her after I was available and you came back to me. That was the plan, Harry. We’ve been talking about it for years. That was the plan. Simple, smart, patient and cool. But no. No, you go off and murder Curt’s investigator and try to pin it on Shauna and… and… and I don’t even know what Nina’s doin’ here!”
“Shauna wants Max,” Harry stated.
“So?” Bitsy yelled.
“So,” Harry leaned forward, “outside, her other asshole is lyin’ in the snow, four bullets in his chest and her finger pulled the trigger, the residue will be on her hand. She was out when I did it. She won’t remember a thing. And it’s the same gun that killed that Fitzgibbon guy.”
I shifted my head to look down at the prone Shauna before I looked back at Harry in time for him to finish.
“The same gun that’ll kill Nina.”
My lungs seized and I felt the blood drain out of my face.
“Nina?” Bitsy whispered.
“Yeah,” Harry’s crazed eyes flicked to me then back to Bitsy, “Nina.”
“Why?” Bitsy asked then repeated on a shout, “For God’s sake why?”
Harry surged from the bed and I tensed as he bent at the waist, his face having gone red, his arms straight down at his sides, hands in fists and he roared, “He can’t have it all!”
Bitsy’s upper body leaned away from him before she breathed, “What?”