“You know what? We’re screwed.” Rex worked himself free and started pacing again. “Maybe I’ll just turn evidence on you and hope for the best. How much prison time can I get for just coming up with the plan and talking Otto out of the prenup?”
My father had insisted upon one, but good old Rex, he played me, too. He drafted the thing, brought it to me, and then hemmed and hawed about it being so unromantic. Hell, as it all turned out, maybe he was a better actor than Shawn.
“I’m not too dumb to remember you did more than that, Rex, so don’t threaten me. We got Otto to sign a whole lot of papers without him even knowing what they were. Papers you’re going to go ahead and file, just like we planned.”
“The fuck I am.”
“The fuck you’re not,” Shawn challenged.
“I’m out of here.” Rex headed for the door. “You’re on your own.”
Shawn stopped him, grabbed him, and slammed him to the wall. “You roll on me, I’ll fucking kill you, too.”