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“Don’t you fucking touch her, you Crypt Keeper bastard,” Jessica shouted.
Peter moved before Daar could tell him to. Peter grabbed Jessica and pulled. She toppled off balance onto the floor.
“You bastard!” Jessica raged.
Peter ignored her and dragged her over to Daar. Robin reached for Jessica immediately, wrapping her arms around the other woman.
“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Robin asked when she should be far more concerned about herself.
Daar reached behind him and drew the gun from the waistband of his trousers.
It was time for answers.
He leveled the barrel at a spot between the two women.
“Someone had better explain to me what you’ve been doing.” His tone was colder than ice.
Robin clutched her friend to her chest and stared at Daar with wide eyes while Jessica glared daggers. It was no surprise which one of the two was the driving force. It didn’t hurt any less to know that his own flesh and blood had betrayed him. After everything Daar had done, this was the result?
“Y-you killed my mother,” Robin stammered out.
Daar blew out a breath.
That was the reason?
Damn it.
She knew. Or more likely, she suspected.
“How do you know I did that?” Daar asked, keeping his tone calm.
Robin licked her lips. She wasn’t falling to pieces yet. There was still a backbone in there.
“A week before Mom died the two of you had a fight,” Robin said. “I don’t know what it was about, but I remember you threw a big, crystal candle holder at her. If it weren’t for Grandma being there, I don’t think you’d have stopped.”
Daar’s eyes widened. “You were there?”
Robin nodded. “I was hiding in the drapes.”
He blew out a breath. “That’s hardly proof. I wasn’t in the country.”
“I know. I don’t have proof, yet, but I know you killed her. You toasted her death with Dad after the funeral. You said,I’m glad I never have to hear her voice again and that it should have happened sooner.” Robin’s voice rose with each word. She wasn’t quite yelling, but it was close.
Daar shook his head. “Why? Why did you have to be there?”
All his ideas, his plans, he’d wanted to find a way to bring Robin into the business. And that whole time she’d no doubt hated him, because he had killed her mother. Not with his own hands, he was smarter than that.
Peter caught his gaze, his mouth set in a grim line.
Now that Robin and her friend had seen Peter, there was no going back. If she dug back far enough, he was willing to bet there would be evidence of Peter’s presence near their home prior to the murder. The cops hadn’t connected him because at that point there wasn’t anything between Daar and Peter.
The chancellor had recommended Peter to Daar for just that job.
“Don’t say anything else,” Cassim demanded.
Once the pieces began to connect, everything else would fall into place.
Robin turned her head. “And you knew. Did you ask him to do it? Or did he do it as an unspoken favor?”
