Lita entered the hospital room where Diarmid was sleeping and saw his mother sitting by his bedside.
“Hi Mrs. Clooney. How is he?”
“Still unconscious.” She whispered. “I can’t believe this happened.”
“Me either,” she shrugged sadly.
“I can’t believe Della hired the mafia to kill him.”
“She came at my house last Saturday with a taser. I thought it was for me but I guess maybe it was meant for Diarmid?”
“Did the officer tell you what happened to her? Why this all happened? How did she die?”
“They said based on text messages between Della, and the two men she hired, the guys each thought they had a chance with her. They were arguing over who was going to claim her.”
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