Wasn’t until I was watching this video that I realized those two were to blame for her running.
Janel and Aaron.
Same as they both were to blame for what was happening to Rex.
This time I wasn’t about to turn a blind eye.
Janel froze at the door that she was pulling open. Slowly, she edged around to face me, her voice going dim. “What did you just say? Because it sounded to me like you were accusing me of something you shouldn’t be.”
The videotape felt heavy in my hands. An overbearing weight. “You know . . . all these years the register has been coming up short. So many times that I thought I was goin’ crazy or maybe I just couldn’t count. But I figured I needed proof that it was time to shut the place down and retire if I couldn’t handle running the day-to-day. Imagine my surprise when I sat watching the video from last night.”
Janel blanched. White as a ghost.
She knew as well as I did what was on this video. Had considered telling her about the new cameras going in, but thought better of it, figuring I was either going senile or somebody was stealing right from under my nose.
Just had no idea of the enormity of the stealing that’d been going on.
The blip of video had been caught in the middle of the night in the back office, Janel and Aaron arguing about the fact Aaron was going away for embezzling from RG Construction.
“You’re the idiot who went and got yourself caught,” Janel seethed.
“And you’re the one who put me up to it. You’re the one who has the money, and I’m the one who’s gonna land in jail? I don’t think so, Janel. This was all your idea, and you’re gonna tell him. You’ve been controlling things for years. It’s about time it stopped.”
“The hell I am. Rex doesn’t know shit, and it’s going to stay that way. You do what you’re supposed to do. Follow through, like a man, because from where I’m standing, you don’t look like anything but a pussy.”
She edged closer to him, slid a hand up his chest. “Besides, it won’t do either of us any good if we’re both behind bars. We still have all that money they never accounted for. I’ll hide it, and when you’re out, we’ll pick back up right where we left off. Now that you’re out of the office, Rex is gonna need someone to take over. Who better than his loving wife?”
Then they’d been kissing—along with other unsavory things that’d made my skin crawl. I’d been flooded with sympathy for that poor man who’d not done anything but work himself to the bone to take care of his family, Rex having no clue he was being betrayed.
Janel set Frankie on her feet. The cute thing toddled forward, barely keeping balance as she blabbered around the two fingers she had stuffed in her mouth. Janel rolled back her shoulders. “Messing with me would be a mistake, old lady.”
Probably so, but I couldn’t regret it. Not when that little girl squealed, innocent joy. Not when I knew the woman standing over her was nothing but poison. The only thing Janel was good for was destruction, and I wasn’t gonna stand aside and watch her ruin anyone else.
“Seems I’m holding all the cards this time, now, doesn’t it?”
In a flash, Janel came blazing down the steps and rushing my direction. I rasped out in surprise when her fingernails dug into the skin of my wrist. “Give it to me.”
Even though she was hurting me, mocking laughter rolled from my tongue. Anger for my Rynna. Anger for Rex. Anger for any other person she’d done wrong, because I was betting these two weren’t her only victims. “Take it. Plenty more where that came from. All set up and ready to go straight to the police.”
She stumbled back a step. “I think you’re bluffing, Corinne Dayne, because if you had anything on me, you would have already run and snitched to the cops, just like your prissy granddaughter did when she went tattling to my mom. Two of you are just alike. What is it you think you want from me?”
But that was where she was wrong. I wasn’t bluffing. I just wasn’t taking the chance that the cops would disregard the video or deem it inconclusive. Wasn’t taking the chance this schemer might go and convince that trusting man that I’d construed it all wrong. Take her back or give her another chance.
I just wanted her gone.
“What I want is for you to go. Go pack your things before Rex gets home and get out of town. Don’t ever come back.”
Her blue eyes flamed with hate. Ice cold. “Are you insane? I’m not doing a thing you say.”
“Then I’ll gladly forward this along. And if something happens to me, who knows where one of these videos is going to pop up.”
Steam might as well have been rolling from her ears, her jaw sharp and clenched, hate pouring out. “You bitch, just like your snot of a granddaughter.”
“Maybe, but it sure beats being a thief and liar and a cheat. I’m thinking your husband might agree.”
She paled, as if she were only just then realizing I was serious. The words were choppy when she released them from her vile mouth.
“You’re asking me to leave?”
“Oh, I’m not askin’ anything. I’m tellin’ you.”
“So what . . . I get out of town, don’t come back, and that video isn’t ever gonna appear? You’re saying those are your terms? You aren’t angling for anything more?”
Leave it to the thief to think I was aiming to steal from her.
“That’s it. Just go.”
She laughed a sour, hostile laugh, before she squared up, lifted her chin as if it didn’t hurt her none. “Fine.”
She spun around and flew back up the steps, door banging as she rushed inside. Rex’s dog, Missy, yelped when she slid out the door, door catching her tail before she went to stand guard at Frankie’s side. Frankie giggled and pushed her fingers through the dog’s hair. I took a couple steps into the driveway, figuring I best be guarding, too.
Ten minutes later, Janel came barreling back out, wrangling a big suitcase in both hands. She fumbled down the steps and heaved them into her trunk before she went running back up the stairs.
She scooped Frankie Leigh off her feet and raced back with her to the car. Missy scrambled down at their sides, whining, sensing that something was wrong.
Panic just about squeezed my heart into a million pieces, and I rushed that direction just as Janel was shoving Frankie into the backseat. She slammed the door shut and rushed to get into the driver’s seat before I could get there. Gunning it in reverse, she started to peel out of the drive.
I barely caught onto the back handle and jerked open the door. Hating the idea of putting Frankie in danger, but I couldn’t allow her to drive off with her.
The car screeched to a stop as I was hauling Frankie into my arms. Janel’s door flew open, fury on her face when she jumped out. “You might want me gone, but I’m not leaving without my daughter.”
She tore at my arms, skin breaking under the claw of her nails. Frankie started crying. Crying and crying. A jumble of confusion and fear. A baby who deserved none of this.
I fought her, backing down the driveway and holding Frankie protectively against my chest. “You’re not taking her, Janel. You are the devil and I’m not gonna allow you to taint this child. Leave her or I’ll gladly die showing Rex exactly who you are.”
Missy jumped around us. Yipping and barking. Not sure who she was supposed to be fighting and who she was supposed to be protecting. Janel continued to try to rip Frankie from my arms, two of us scuffling closer to the road.
And I tried to hold on. Not to let Frankie go. But Janel was stronger than I was. She finally tore her free, a sneer of victory on her face. That was right when we heard the loud rumble of the ever-distinguishable truck, the powerful engine rumbling as it turned onto the far neighborhood street.
For a second, Janel froze. I took the opportunity to lunge for her, grasping for Frankie, arm locking around her waist. I dislodged her from Janel’s hold just before Janel shoved me just as hard as she could. Both Frankie and I tumbled to the ground.
A wail of a cry rose from Frankie, and she climbed to her feet, wobbling at the back of the car. I skidded across the gravel, coming to a stop just to the side.