Santa Clawed

slip behind them and slit their throats before they knew what hit them. Neither man dreamed he was in danger.”
    “Didn’t their murders upset Bryson? If he was in love with Speed he would be devastated,” Fair said.
    “He tried to hide it, but he was. His suppressed grief made her even angrier,” Cooper said.
    “And Bryson didn’t suspect his wife?” Harry wondered how Bryson could be so obtuse.
    “He was getting nervous, but he didn’t think Racquel was the killer. He thought he had her under his thumb. Apart from his inborn arrogance, he had a touch of smugness about women. He thought men were superior, or so Racquel says. He didn’t treat her badly, but she felt tremendous humiliation, and her desire for revenge overcame even her maternal affection for the boys. She never thought she’d be caught, though. She was so blinded by rage she didn’t think about being separated from her sons.”
    “Those poor kids. Their mother killed their father. They love both parents.” Harry felt terrible for the boys. “Do you think Racquel would have killed me?” she asked Cooper.
    “Probably. I don’t think she wanted to, but if it came down to your life versus her freedom, she would have shot you.”
    “Lucky I have fast friends.” Harry dangled her arms over each kitty, now in her lap, and Tucker on the floor.
    “No one messes with us,”
Pewter bragged.
    “Here’s something: Brother Morris won’t confess to blackmail. Big surprise. He only says people gave as their hearts moved them.”
    “That’s not what was moving,” Fair said laconically.
    The two women laughed.
    Harry then inquired, “He’s not saying where the money is, is he?”
    “Hell, no. He’ll hire a great lawyer, serve his time, and come out to unearth the money. Here’s something else: he admitted that Bryson was generous and that Bill Keelo made a sizable Christmas donation.”
    “Bill is currently in jail, since he was uncooperative.” Cooper liked the idea of the lawyer cooling his heels. “Alex swears he’s not involved, but he fits the description of the man who accompanied Racquel to the coin store.” She paused.
    “He’s in love with her, of course.”
    “Bill Keelo.” Harry was surprised.
    “Hoping to draw attention from himself, all that homophobic rant.” Cooper smiled ruefully. “People can be pretty nasty. When they can’t face who and what they are, it’s a real cluster you-know-what.”
    “Yep.” Harry liked the tang in her tea.
    “I’m willing to bet that Racquel’s lawyer will use in her defense that she was frightened that Bryson would commit incest with their sons.” Cooper knew how legal things worked.
    “Gross.” Harry wrinkled her nose.
    “And it will be very effective.” Fair, too, had seen enough legal arguments to know some slick lawyer could get Sherman’s March to the Sea reduced to trespassing.
    “So Bryson never went out for milk?”
    “He did. But he thought he was going for an assignation at Barracks Road. Racquel had sent him a text message, name withheld, to meet for sex. The man was a fool for sex. She howled with laughter when she described walking up to the Tahoe. She’d parked behind the buildings, then walked out into the parking lot. She said if she sits in jail forever, she’ll cherish that moment when he realized the game was up and he wasn’t half as smart as he thought he was. She had a gun on him and marched him to the fountain. Then she put the gun to his temple, told him to hold still, and slit his throat. He didn’t expect that, either. She’s totally unrepentant.”
    “And the boys will never admit their mother left the house on Christmas Eve. I expect they knew she’d left the house,” Harry said.
    “Probably. What a burden they’ll carry.”
    “What’s the significance of the obol?” Fair inquired.
    “To throw us off. She won’t tell us who accompanied her when she stole them. She laughed again when we brought that up. She said they’ll all go to hell and she paid the fare. She’s gleeful.”
    Suddenly Pewter shot off Harry’s lap, raced for the tree, and climbed to the top, where she batted the gold star.
“I’m the top of the top.”

    “Demented.”
Tucker sighed.
    “I saved the day! Me. Me. Me.”
    “There’s no living with her.”
Tucker sighed.
    “Can’t beat ’em, join ’em.”
Mrs. Murphy leapt off the sofa and climbed the tree, hanging on the trunk across from Pewter.
    The Christmas tree swung to and fro, the balls