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  “Yeah. Big damn thing almost six inches long. He kept it next to his gun.”

  No stairs. The entrance covered. The blood trail. The bomb shelter with only one key. Shane thought about strangling Joey with his bare hands. “Four Wheels is coming for the necklace because he thinks Agnes opened the bomb shelter and found the five million bucks from the robbery. That’s why you called me in. You knew it wasn’t a dognapper and you knew it wasn’t just anybody thinking maybe the five million was here. You knew exactly what it was.”

  “Maybe,” Joey said.

  “Maybe we need to open the bomb shelter,” Carpenter said, and they both looked at him in surprise, Joey probably because he was talking, but Shane because opening a bomb shelter was not in the mission statement.

  “Wilson,” Shane said to him.

  “I am a curious man,” Carpenter said.

  “You can’t do it without the key,” Joey said. “That door is thick. And the lock-”

  “Eat your breakfast,” Shane said, knowing Carpenter could open anything he damn well wanted to. “We need to go look for a tunnel.”

  Agnes and Lisa Livia had taken their coffee out onto the back porch and sat down on the swing.

  “So how about this,” Agnes said. “Traditional wedding cakes had white icing because refined sugar was the most expensive, so white cakes were the most expensive. Now the most expensive ones are the elaborate ones that come in all different colors. Irony. Great column hook, huh?”

  “Taylor’s my fucking stepfather?”

  “Yep.” Agnes gave up on her column, put her coffee on the table, and turned to face Lisa Livia, prepared to be supportive in the fury to come. “He married Brenda the day before we signed the house papers.”

  “That makes sense,” Lisa Livia said.

  Agnes looked at her in disbelief. “That makes sense?”

  “Well, yeah.” Lisa Livia gave the swing a shove and they began to move back and forth, creaking in the summer breeze. “If you accept the insanity that my mother sold the two of you this house with the intention of swindling you out of it and he was in on it, he’d have to marry her. That way when he lost the house to her, he’d get it back because he was her husband. It’s the only way he profits from the deal.”

  “Jesus wept,” Agnes said, feeling her rage rise again.

  Angry language, Agnes.

  It’s a Bible verse, Dr. Garvin.

  “So of course he’s married to my mother,” Lisa Livia said grimly. “But he’s gonna pay in ways he can’t even begin to dream of. She’ll probably kill him, too, just like she killed my daddy. So if you’re thinking revenge, just wait. It’s coming right up on its own.”

  “You really think she killed your dad,” Agnes said, more willing to believe it today than she’d ever been before.

  “He’d never have left me,” Lisa Livia said. “He loved me.”

  “Well, you were right about the swindle, so I’m inclined to believe you about this one.” Agnes picked up her coffee and blew on it and then sipped it. “Poor Taylor. I almost killed him last night and now Brenda’s going to off him anyway.”

  “You almost killed him?” Lisa Livia’s eyes widened. “When he told you about Brenda?”

  “Went for him with a meat fork.” Agnes shook her head at her own insanity. “Shane took it away from me. Thank God.”

  “You owe Shane big,” Lisa Livia said. “You realize that if you’d killed Taylor, Brenda would have inherited half of this place back?”

  Agnes sat up. “Oh, God.” Then she stopped. “No, she wouldn’t have. I would have. We have a survivorship agreement. If one of us dies, the other gets everything. We have to survive the other one by twenty-four hours and then we inherit, so if Brenda had managed to off me, she’d have gotten the whole place but-”

  “You wouldn’t have inherited.” Lisa Livia shook her head over her coffee. “You’d have killed him and you can’t profit from your own crime. So she’d have gotten it.”

  “Oh,” Agnes said, deflated. “Oh, crap. There really wouldn’t have been an upside to forking him, would there?”

  “Aside from the simple pleasure of the act itself, no.” Lisa Livia gave the swing another push. “We have to figure this out. This is bad. We need a plan.”

  “A plan.” Agnes nodded, trying to relax with the swing as she thought. “A plan is good. Something that puts the house in my name, not in Taylor’s.”

  “Yep.”

  “And that makes it mine permanently, so Brenda can’t ever have it.”

  “Yep.”

  “What would do that?”

  “Taylor and Brenda dead.”

  Agnes stopped the swing. “LL, get your mind out of the mob. We’re not killing anybody.”

  Lisa Livia looked at her, her big brown eyes wide with innocence. “It’s efficient. We’d have to pin it on somebody else so you could keep the house, but there are a lot of people I’m annoyed with we could stick with the blame. Palmer’s best man and his damn practical jokes are bugging the hell out of me. Some jail time would do him a world of good. What’s his name? Downer. Downer is an idiot. Let’s send him to the slammer.”

  Agnes started the swing again, fairly sure Lisa Livia was kidding. “Okay, put it down as a backup plan.”

  “Yeah, we have to wait until the cops are out of here anyway, you can’t throw a rock without hitting one. That Hammond kid even came out to the boat to ask Maria about the wedding, although I think that was just an excuse.”

  “Oh, hell,” Agnes said, “he’s not going to confuse Maria and make her cancel the wedding, is he?”

  Lisa Livia shook her head. “My kid is not that dumb.”

  “Okay.” Agnes went back to stopping Brenda. “What else is there?”

  “Blackmail.”

  “I like that. They’re scum, they’re bound to have done something horrible.” Agnes slowed the swing again. “You really think your mom killed your dad?”

  “I know she did. That night he disappeared? I saw her drive his Caddy away. She was the only one in it. They said he ran away because they found his car at the airport, but she was the one who drove it away.”

  Agnes sat very still. “You were thirteen, LL. How can you-?”

  “Yeah, but I was a thirteen-year-old Fortunato,” Lisa Livia said.

  Agnes nodded, dying to be open minded. “What if we found proof? We could blackmail her with that. Unless you wanted to turn her in to the cops now.” It did seem odd, talking like this about Lisa Livia’s mother, until you remembered that Lisa Livia’s mother was Brenda Fortunato. Rasputin’s kid probably had the same conversations.

  Lisa Livia was shaking her head. “I couldn’t turn her in. They’d prosecute her, and it would be in the papers.”

  “So?”

  “My uncle Michael would find out,” Lisa Livia said with obvious patience. “You know, my uncle Michael, the Don?”

  “Yeah,” Agnes said. “So?”

  Lisa Livia looked at her as if she were insane. “My daddy was the Don’s brother. That means my mother whacked the Don’s brother. You know how long she’d live once he knew she killed him? Maybe ten seconds. I don’t like my mother, but I don’t really want her dead.” Lisa Livia looked out through the screens to the Blood River. “I just want to know for sure.”

  “Okay,” Agnes said, suddenly feeling better about her own parents. They’d been neglectful and deceitful and they’d deserted her at ten, but they hadn’t murdered anybody. Point in their favor. “So where do we look for evidence that your mother, uh, whacked your father?”

  “The boxes on the Brenda Belle,” Lisa Livia said. “Everything she owns is on that damn boat.”

  “You think she’d keep evidence? That sounds dumb. Brenda is a lot of things, but dumb isn’t one of them.”

  “I think she wouldn’t know.” Lisa Livia put her coffee cup down. “She has all her papers packed into boxes and I think she doesn’t even know what’s there. She’ll leave the boat sometime today, she’s g