Chapters (39)
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- ALSO BY BARBARA FREETHY
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- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- EPILOGUE
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"Tell her how you begged me to let you make a few extra bucks," Max said.
"That's true," Rachel replied. "I knew Max was doing more than working for his aunt's travel agency, which was just a front, providing cover for a smuggling operation that had been run by his family for decades. He always had a lot of cash, and I wanted some." Rachel kept her gaze focused on me, as if she couldn't stand to look at Max. "It started out so simply. I just had to take an envelope to church with me and leave it in the confessional, under the kneeler."
"What was in the envelope?"
"I don't know," she said. "I didn't ask. The job was easy, and it paid well."
"Then she got greedy," Max cut in. "She wanted to do bigger jobs."
"So did you," Rachel said, flinging a hard look at Max. "You were more ambitious than I was. You hated that your cousins kept getting bigger jobs than you. Your family only got the crumbs. So you came up with a plan to make a big score for yourself, start your own operation on the side, by stealing from James Holden, who was as dirty as you were, just a lot richer and a lot more polished."
"You loved the idea," Max reminded Rachel. "You couldn't wait to help me. When I told you the target, you came up with a way to help me gain access to the house, through the target's brother."
Another piece of the puzzle fell into place. "You slept with Ian Holden," I said. "It wasn't Mom, was it? You were the one Ian took to his brother's estate."
Rachel gave me a surprised look. "How did you know about that?"
"I talked to Ian. He told me he had an affair with his student, and that student was my mother, but it was you who had the affair. You pretended to be her, didn't you?"
"Yes," Rachel admitted. "But my sister did have a crush on him. She talked about how brilliant and handsome Ian was, and how she thought he might like her. When I found out he was related to James Holden, I saw a way to help Max, to prove my value to him."
Not one word that came out of her mouth made me like her more. I was beginning to think she was as bad as Max was.