not even fucking healed yet, and now my hand is all fucked up…”
“Stop whining and stay on track!” she snapped.
He sighed and wiped his face with his good hand. “They shot me, and they must have thought I was dead because they took off after you and left me there. I nearly fucking bled to death trying to make it back to the house. When I got there, you and the money were already gone, but the place was torn up, so I didn’t know if you’d taken it, or if they got the money and you. I called my brother.”
“Your brother? Fucking slimeball was on the news the other night with your mother, crying about you being missing and saying he ‘knew’ I had something to do with it.”
“He was just looking out for his kid brother, Kay; he didn’t mean anything…”
“Jesus Christ! You think I’m a fucking idiot, don’t you? You think I’m believing any fucking thing you say?” She walked over to where Razor was sitting and held out her hand. He put the 9mm in it without a word. She walked back over to where Bobby was sitting and jammed the short barrel of it into the side of his head. He cried out and a tear rolled down his face. “Last chance, Bobby. I want the truth!”
Gasping and panting like a dying man he started talking again, “There’s this guy they call Schindler, because he’s a Jew or something…” Razor sat up a little straighter. Schindler was Blackheart’s “friend,” the one who had told him Bobby was dead and they were looking for the money they believed Kayleigh took with her. “When the rest of them went after you, he was supposed to finish killing me. He didn’t, obviously. He took me to his place and his old lady patched me up…she’s a nurse or something. Anyways, I had no idea what he planned on doing with me. He kept me in his basement for two fucking days, in pain and barely any food or water, like an animal…”
“Leave out the poor me parts and get on with it,” Kayleigh said. Razor smiled. He loved her moxie.
“Well, on the third morning he came downstairs and said they had a lead on where you were. He said I was gonna find you, and the money, and me and him would split it. I guess he was looking to take off, him and the old lady, but he needed cash. He tracked your phone to Alabama, and we found you in that diner. I swear, Kay, he didn’t tell me until we were in Alabama that he’d made it look like you killed me, and he never told me he was planning on trying to kill you. I grabbed that steering wheel at the last minute…”
“Bullshit!” Razor said. “I didn’t see who was in that fucking truck, but I saw it going straight for her. It never veered.”
“Kay, you know me, baby. You’ve known me since we were kids…”
“Yeah, I know what a selfish, narcissistic bastard you are,” she said. “Now more than ever! You were going to kill me or let someone else kill me over a few thousand fucking dollars. If you needed money, all you had to do was ask your mommy. She would have given it to you.”
“No, she wouldn’t. She cut me off, Kay. She found out I was using a few weeks ago…walked into the house one day and caught me. She wanted me to go to rehab right then and there. I wouldn’t go and she said until we…I mean I…”
“You son of a bitch! No wonder they’re on TV saying they think I might have a drug problem. You told her I was using too?”
“She just assumed. I didn’t correct her. But if I would have agreed to rehab, I would have had to tell you, and I just couldn’t stand the idea of you knowing what I’d gotten myself into, Kay. I hated the thought of you looking at me like you are right now.”
“God, why have I never noticed before what a snively little bastard you are? I should just go ahead and kill you since everyone thinks I did already.”
She put more pressure on the gun against his head and he closed his eyes and said, “You didn’t go through the stacks, did you? It’s not a few thousand, Kay.”
“I flipped through. It’s two stacks of hundred-dollar bills. There can’t be more there than five grand,