“Let’s try this again. Who has been running their mouth about my houseguest?”
Someone sobs, but no one comes forward.
I raise my gun, putting a bullet in the second guard’s skull.
Moving it to the third person in line, Corinne says with a firm voice, “I ain’t about to die today. So somebody better come forward.”
“Boss, I may have said something,” a guard next to Corinne mumbles.
“Out with it.”
“Your girlfriend was asking questions?—”
“She’s not my fucking girlfriend!” I shout.
He trembles. “I’m sorry, boss. Laurie was asking questions. I let slip that you had a houseguest.”
“What else did you let slip?” I hiss. “Did you tell Laurie that my sister was helping this houseguest learn how to swim?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.
“Anything else?”
He gulps. “Laurie asked if you were sleeping with this woman.”
“And what did you say?”
“That I didn’t know.”
“Thank you for your honesty.” I release him from my gaze, staring down the other staff. “Has anyone else been discussing things they’ve seen or heard inside this household with Laurie?”
“No, boss.”
“With my lawyer, Mr. Bennett?” I press.
“No, boss.”
“With Fabien?”
“No, boss.”
“With anyone else?” I demand.
“No, boss.”
“Very well.” I allow a dangerous calm to settle over me.
And then I aim my gun and blow off the guard’s head.
After a moment of shocked silence, I announce, “His honesty didn’t save him, but it did save the rest of you. Back to work.”
Everyone scurries away, save for Maks, and I fill him in on what Remi told me.
“She had the mayor’s phone.” He moves his hands to his head. “Damn.”
“Damn,” I agree, toeing the lifeless guard’s body into the lake.
“So Laurie was talking to your lawyer, and he recognized Remi at the mayor’s party.”