“Nesta. No.” Lamont’s shocked, whispered plea almost made Savannah feel sorry for him. But she had no sympathy left. Nesta might have done the actual deeds but Lamont was guilty of covering it up.
“As soon as the shots are fired, people will come running,” Savannah reminded her.
“I’ll just run through Lamont’s private door over there.” She nodded to a small door beside the window. “He had that put in right after he was elected into office. That way, when someone comes to visit that he doesn’t want to see, he can leave without hurting anyone’s feelings.
“I’ll come running in the front door along with everybody else and be properly horrified.” She glanced down at Lamont again. “The grief will be real. We’ve been married almost thirty years, and in all that time, we’ve never spent a night apart.”
Savannah seized on an idea for distraction, hoping like hell it didn’t backfire. Nesta still believed her husband had been at a bar, drinking, when she had killed Maggie. “That doesn’t mean he’s never slept with anyone else, though.”
She didn’t know who was the most horrified. Lamont’s eyes went wide and his face became ghost white. Even though Nesta had already admitted she was going to kill him, he didn’t want her to know about his infidelity?
“What are you talking about?” Nesta snapped. “Lamont has always been faithful.”
Savannah lowered her right hand. Her purse hung from the arm of her chair. If she could distract Nesta long enough, she could grab it and turn the tables.
“But that’s not true, is it, Lamont? Henson’s not the only one who slept with the town’s floozy.” Savannah winced as she said the words.
Nesta whipped around and stared at Lamont. “No, that can’t be true. Tell me you did not sleep with that whore!”
Lamont started sputtering excuses as Nesta screeched like a crazed banshee. Savannah acted. Grabbing the gun from her purse, she unlocked the safety and held it steady, pointed directly at Nesta. Thankfully the woman was too busy screaming at Lamont to notice. Now to get the woman to drop the gun before she shot Lamont in her rage.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
Zach pulled up in front of Lamont’s office. When Bart had called about the Ingrams moving out in a hurry, he’d hoped they’d finally found their killers. Unfortunately, in his eagerness to help, Bart had jumped the gun. What looked like Noreen and Kyle moving out was late spring cleaning. They’d piled both of their cars up with stuff they were taking to the Baptist church for a garage sale.
Still, he’d taken a few minutes to talk with Kyle again and confirmed Savannah’s suspicions. Kyle Ingram had indeed been the one to ask if he could adopt Savannah. That churned Zach’s guts and he’d taken the opportunity to have another frank, open, one-sided talk with the son of a bitch. Finally, at last, the man got the message. Unless he misinterpreted Kyle’s wide-eyed terror, Savannah would never have problems with the man. Taking the time to scare the shit out of Kyle had been well worth Zach’s time.
Since he’d only been gone about twenty minutes, Zach figured Savannah was still visiting with Lamont. It was going to take some time to mend the rift in their relationship. He put his hand on the doorknob and then jerked to a halt. He’d trusted his gut his whole life. The one time he hadn’t, he’d gotten the hell beaten out of him and it had almost destroyed his and Savannah’s lives. That same feeling was hitting him now. Something wasn’t right.
He turned and ran around to the back of the building. Lamont’s office window faced a small alleyway where he normally parked his car. For some reason, seeing Nesta’s car parked beside Lamont’s didn’t surprise him. He pulled his weapon. Staying low, he ran to the window, then eased his head up to peer inside.
In seconds, Zach took in the bizarre, nightmarish scene. Nesta was waving a gun around the room like a maniac. Tears streamed down her face as she shouted obscenities he hadn’t heard since he’d left the army. Lamont was handcuffed to a chair, hunkered down into his seat as if he was trying to disappear. And Savannah had her gun pointed at Nesta. Her hand was steady as a rock and she had the determined look on her face he knew well. She believed she was in control. Only problem was, Nesta had her finger on the trigger. The way she was waving the