question for a moment. âWhy not?â
âIt just doesnât seem like her.â
âTotally disagree. Did you see the look on Erinâs face when Zalinsky threw her roses on the floor? If she had had a gun, she would have shot him. No. I think sheâs capable of lots of things if she gets pissed enough, and finding out that her jewelry was fake would definitely be something that would piss her off.â
âYeah. But is she capable of rigging the teakettle? I see her more as someone who would slip antifreeze into someoneâs coffee.â
âI donât know. She could have looked up how to do it on the Internet, and even if she didnât, she could have gotten someone to do it for her.â
âNow that,â Libby told her sister, âI could totally see her doing. Well, one thing is for sure,â Libby continued, changing the subject, âZalinsky was definitely prepared to get out of town.â
âEvidently,â Bernie agreed. âMaybe thatâs why he bought the teapot. Because it was small and portable, and he could sell it. If anyone would know an interested buyer, he would.â
âOr,â Libby said, another explanation having occurred to her, âmaybe Zalinsky was a prepper. Maybe he was one of those guys who believed in being prepared for Armageddon.â
âA prepper?â Bernie replied. âNo. Preppers have supplies of food, water, batteries, and medical supplies.â She pointed to the backpack. âThis is a go bag. This is for when something bad happens and all you have time to do is grab the bag and get out of town.â
âWell, he didnât get out fast enough,â Libby observed. âObviously, he didnât see whatever . . .â
âWhoever,â Bernie corrected.
âFine. He didnât see whoever coming. He thought he still had time.â Libby was just about to ask Bernie how much the Krugerrands were worth when she heard a car pulling into the driveway.
Bernie cursed under her breath.
âNow what?â Libby asked.
Chapter 11
B ernie didnât answer her sister. She was too busy listening to the sounds below. A moment later, she and Libby heard footsteps crunching on gravel, then footsteps on the veranda, then the front door to the house opening, and the sound of the alarm beeping as someone punched in the code. Libby and Bernie looked at each other.
âLucky we went in through the office,â Libby whispered.
âI figured it was a twoâtiered security system,â Bernie whispered back.
âNo, you didnât.â
Bernie put her finger to her lips. Now Libby could hear it too. There were footsteps coming up the stairs.
âDamn,â Bernie cursed as she shoved the money, jewelry, and gun lying on the bed back into the backpack, while Libby returned the chair under the curtain rod back to where it had been and grabbed the carton the backpack had come in. Then they both ran for the closet. They were trapped. There was nowhere else to go.
âPlease, donât come in the bedroom,â Libby prayed.
âI wouldnât count on that if I were you,â Bernie told her. Then she added, âIt could be worse. At least our van is parked in the back.â
Libby didnât reply. Her body was rigid as she contemplated the footsteps in the hallway. There were two sets. One tread was heavy, while the other was light. Then she heard voices. They sounded familiar, but she couldnât place them.
âI think it has to be in his majestyâs bedroom,â a woman said.
âAre you sure?â a manâs voice asked.
âNo, Iâm not. But Iâve looked everywhere else.â
âGlad you have the code,â the man says. âIt saves us the trouble of breaking in.â
The woman laughed. âNot because he wanted me to have it.â
âNow, that I can believe. He was a control freak,â the man said.
âThatâs a