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As tension flooded my husband, I whispered, “I’m so sorry, Digger.”
But Finn bit off, “Fuck’s sake, Conor, there was a kinder way to word that.”
“What are we? OnDr. Phil? I’m telling it how it is. Murphy’s a piece of shit who deserves Da’s wrath.” Conor’s face tightened. “YouknowI don’t like rapists, Finn.”
“Who does?” Junior countered, his gaze settling on Digger. “I don’t think I know you.”
Digger, his features stony, stated, “Name’s Digger.”
“And you’re a Satan’s Sinner?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve caused a whole lot of shit for your people.”
“Wasn’t about to let my old man hurt Mary Catherine. The moment she said his name and his affiliation, I knew what the asswipe was capable of. He’s a fucking murderer, not just a rapist.”
“How do you know that?” Conor demanded.
“Because I dig.”
Finn, Aidan Jr., and Conor cast each other a look.
“What—sandcastles on the beach?” Junior mocked.
“For answers. The first poor bitch married off to him died in a car accident, and the second one died when they were vacationing at the Grand fucking Canyon.
“How no one suspected he was involved in that one is beyond me. He must be flush with more cash than you guys know for the amount he must have laid out on bribes.”
Weakly, Aoife asked, “I thought you said they were sick, Conor.”
“Bill’s been around since the dinosaurs. I never thought to look into his past,” Conor muttered uncomfortably.
“But why would he kill them?” she peppered.
“No divorce,” Junior stated.
“And none of them gave him any kids,” Digger rasped as he motioned to himself. “I’m aware of the irony.
“His third wife disappeared around the same time as he applied for permission to get some work done in his backyard. Work that involved digging the space out and refilling it with concrete for some fancy seating area. She was filed as missing until he logged her as dead after three years. Cleared out a nice insurance policy on that one.”
“How do you know all this?” Junior demanded. “It’s insane how much you’ve uncovered.”
“The Sinners have ways of finding things out. Just like the Five Points do,” Digger stated.
“You got this kind of info on each of his wives?” Finn inquired.
“The ones that met a weird fucking end, sure. Which, ya know, was all six of them. The fourth’s brake lines were damaged, and the fifth died of a shellfish allergy. As for the sixth, there was a mishap with her meds.”
“What kind of fancy seating area?”
“That’s what you focused on, Conor?” Aoife complained.
Conor just shrugged.
“One with a hot tub,” Digger said flatly.
“So, he stews himself in a hot tub on top of wife number three’s bones.” Conor clapped his hands. “Well, I think he needs to die. Everyone with me?”
