“Thank you,” I said quietly. “For keeping Emma safe. For not hurting her. That, at least, I really appreciate.”
“I didn't do it for you,” Renée told me. “In fact, I did it for the opposite of you. That poor little brat is going to have to grow up all alone, without a mother. Andrew's not going to keep her around, so I guess she's going to float around the foster care system for the rest of her young days. She'll be depressed, with everything that she's lost. She had all the best things in the world, but she'll have nothing, soon enough. Maybe she'll even kill herself.”
I choked, thinking of Emma that way. I knew it wasn't true. Even if Renée killed me and even if Emma had to grow up without me there by her side, there was no way that Andrew was going to get rid of her.
Renée spun toward me suddenly, pointing the gun right at me and cocking it. I could hear the click, and I imagined that I could hear the echo of it even. My blood ran cold, and I couldn’t quit sobbing.
“Please,” I whispered, even though I knew there was no reasoning with her. “Please, please, please.”
As scared as I was, none of this was a surprise. I knew that my luck had turned sour the night that I'd slept with Andrew. I couldn't regret having Emma in my life, but she definitely hadn't been planned. And then there had been everything with work and my apartment, and now here I was, set to lose the most important thing of all. It should be a relief at this point, but I couldn't stop thinking of Andrew and Emma. I couldn't stop picturing them grieving.
I wondered what Renée really thought was going to happen after this. If she killed me, there would be no hiding the evidence. She had made her plan clear enough over the phone call, and I was sure that, being a preeminent businessman, Andrew had some sort of feature in place to record his incoming calls. She wasn't going to be able to kill me and then pretend like nothing had ever happened. She wasn't going to be able to marry Andrew, not in this lifetime.
But of course, she wasn't thinking clearly. I could see that in the way that she disarmed the gun and spun away, doing a little twirl, like she was imagining Andrew spinning her on some dance floor. Maybe she was imagining their wedding. It was almost sad, seeing her like this.
No matter how sad it was, I was still terrified. I couldn't think of how Andrew was going to manage to save me, not when Renée was so intent on killing me, not when she had expressly forbidden him from getting the police involved.
Even if he showed up himself, I didn't think that she was going to let me go. In fact, his presence, as much as I would welcome it, would probably goad her into finally killing me, just so that she wouldn't have to watch us together again.
“Renée?” I asked cautiously, not wanting to ruin her trance but knowing that I had to distract her before her thoughts turned deadly again. “I don't even know that much about you and Andrew. How did the two of you meet?”
I hoped the question was innocuous, but enough that she'd prattle on for a while, telling me about their relationship in excruciating detail. If I could just buy myself enough time, I might find a chance to get out of this mess.
Renée's eyes grew dreamy, and she smiled, hugging the gun to her breast. “We had just started high school at the time,” she said. “And we were at this big Christmas party that one of the neighbors used to host every year. I don't know why his family had never been there before. Probably because of his parents.” She frowned, looking momentarily like herself again. But she quickly slipped back into the dream world.
“He was so handsome, as I'm sure you can imagine. He didn't have the muscles like he has today, but he was always a soccer player growing up. So he was definitely fit. And he was dressed in this sexy, fitted green suit. He was the most handsome guy I'd ever seen. And I decided right then that he was going to be mine.”
“But what about everything between then and now?” I asked, frowning. “All the other girls that he dated?”
“He didn't date,” Renée snapped. “I was fine with him sleeping around with other women. I know men. I knew he was just trying to get it all out of his system so that later, he could devote himself to me. And that's exactly what happened.”
She shrugged. “I focused on my career while I waited for him. I opened a fashion line, and then I opened a makeup line to go with it. They were nowhere near as successful as Orinoco, of course, but we can't all be as brilliant as Andrew when it comes to business!” She sighed and went back to her dancing.
I paused, wondering if I should interrupt her again. But I was thinking over what she'd said as well. She'd wanted him for a really long time now. I had to think that Andrew must have realized how crazy she was. How had she managed to go all these years without anyone realizing how deep her obsession with Andrew really was?
Had Andrew set me up for this, knowing that Renée would get jealous and try to knock me out of the picture? Maybe that was his plan for getting Emma out of my custody and into his.
I felt bad the moment I thought it. That was ridiculous. Andrew would never do that. If for no other reason than it was an absurdly complicated plan.
I smiled a little to myself. If I ever got to see him again, I'd have to make sure and tell him about that momentary lack of trust. That probably made up for his lack of trust, when he'd accused me of being nothing more than a con-artist. I supposed we were even now.
“What are you smiling about, you dumb bitch?” Renée snarled, lunging towards me.
Before she could reach me, though, there was a flash of light and a simultaneous loud bang, which both blinded and deafened me. It was a good half minute before I recovered my senses enough to see what was going on.
The next thing I knew, Renée was on the ground, being restrained with zip-ties by armed men dressed in neat, gray-and-black uniforms. I gaped at them.
“Police?” I asked. “How did you manage to find me so quickly? And how did you manage to sneak up on us like that?”
“They're not police,” Andrew said, striding into the warehouse behind me. I jerked my neck around, continuing to gape.
“Well, they're definitely not businessmen,” I said faintly.
His lips quirked into a smile at that, as he knelt down to start undoing my ties. “No, they're definitely not businessmen,” he agreed. “They're part of a security company that I have on call. They're trained in this sort of
situation, hence being able to sneak up on you guys and ensure that they get the target without putting you in any more danger.”
He rubbed at my hands, trying to get feeling back into them before he moved on to untying my legs. “We're going to need to get some cream to put on that rope burn,” he said.