But Margaret cried out with reckless desperation, “Phoebe, you could never guess. Renzo didn’t die! He just doesn’t love you anymore! He changed his identity to hide from you. You acting all heartbroken here is ridiculous!”
I raised my hand, and the men behind me stopped the wheelchair and turned me around.
“What did you just say?” I asked.
Margaret quickly clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and guilty.
I pursed my lips and nodded to the bodyguards, and they grabbed her.
“Looks like last time I didn’t manage to finish you off, you sure are lucky,” I said. “Since Cade killed my lover, I’ll kill his. Fair trade, right?”
As I ordered my men to lock her in the basement, panic showed on her face.
“Who are you people? Aren’t you loyal to Cade? Why are you obeying this woman?” she asked. “She must have messed with your heads. She’s a loose tramp who lures men. She probably slept with you all—”
“Shut up!” Elmer cut her off, face hard. “Keep talking and you’ll wish you hadn’t. Offend our Miss and see who buries you.”
In the basement, I tapped Margaret’s cheek with a short blade. “Tell me,” I said softly. “What did you mean when you said Renzo isn’t dead?”