Remy detested that Bijou’s soft little apology struck at his heart and that when she looked at him with her blue eyes his anger melted away. “Jason Durang does her manager’s dirty work. In this instance, I believe they planned on killin’ Bijou for the insurance money. They planned on makin’ it look like the bone harvester killed her.”

Saria gasped. “Are you certain?”

“We found Bob Carson’s camera, and he caught Butterfield and Durang transferrin’ plastic sheets and surgical tools into Durang’s vehicle. There’s an all-points out for them both, and what a shocker, Durang is right here, followin’ Bijou.” He knew he was being a bastard, trying to scare both women, but he never wanted to relive the last few minutes again.

“Wait a minute.” Bijou went very still. “What do you mean, you found Bob’s camera? Remy, Bob is never apart from his camera.”

Now he did feel like a real bastard. All the while he was listening for Durang to begin his descent down the stairs. The man was doing a room by room search, probably thinking the two women were hiding from him.

In spite of being angry with her, Remy put his arm around Bijou. “Bob Carson was last night’s victim. He was murdered by the bone harvester in the swamp.”

Bijou stared up at his face, shock in her eyes. “Carson is dead?”

Remy nodded. He ran a finger down the side of her face in a little caress, even though there was still a part of him that wanted to shake her for not playing it safe.

“And you think Jason Durang killed him? For Rob? Why would Rob want Carson dead? Half the time I think Rob informed Bob Carson where I’d be lately just so he could keep me in the tabloids.”

“I think Durang meant to copy the harvester’s murders in order to cover your murder. I intend to make Durang think I believe he did the other killings, but I’d be shocked if he did them,” Remy admitted, telling her the truth.

Both women reacted with shocked gasps. They looked at each other and then at him.

“Remy, do you really believe my manager wanted to kill me?” Bijou asked in a low voice.

For the first time he wished he could lie to her and make it all better. She looked . . . broken. He couldn’t blame her. She was in Bodrie’s house, and it seemed that everyone she had ever known associated with the man was corrupt.