“Jump to conclusions?” Jolene cried. “One minute you’re telling me you’re Angel. The next you’re telling me I am.” She shook her head and stepped back. Her life had always been dull. Older parents. No siblings. Her only friends on the isolated farm where she lived were the animals and the characters in the stacks of books she read. Was it any surprise she wanted to believe this was fiction?

“It’s going to be all right,” Dulcie said, trying to comfort her.

But Jolene knew better.

Dulcie wasn’t sure how she’d expected Jolene to react to the news. She’d hoped she would be as happy as she was about having a sister. She’d handled it poorly. But she’d suspected the truth the moment she’d heard Laura had two daughters.

The gravestone with Jolene’s birth date on it only proved it. Angel Beaumont was alive, back in Whitehorse and someone was sending her the murder story.

That’s why Dulcie had to find the killer fast.

Back at Jolene’s tiny house, she watched her sister in the kitchen pouring them each a glass of tea. She understood why Jolene didn’t want to believe this.

Still, she seemed too calm and Dulcie worried that Jolene didn’t understand how much danger she was in. Or didn’t want to face it, the same way she didn’t want to believe she was Angel.

They’d said little after they’d left the cemetery and driven into town to the sheriff’s office. Shane had taken DNA from each of them and promised to put a rush on the results, then they’d come back to Jolene’s house.

Dulcie knew that Jolene had to have buried the memories of her first five years here in Whitehorse along with the murder of their mother. “Maybe you should talk to someone. A health care professional who’s dealt with this sort of thing before.”

“A psychiatrist?” Jolene shook her head. “Let’s just wait for the DNA test results, okay? Because you’re wrong.”

Unfortunately, the results might not come soon enough, Dulcie thought. Who else knew Angel Beaumont was alive? Deputy Sheriff Shane Corbett, Russell Corbett, the person who’d saved Angel that night on the road, whoever had faked Angel’s death, whoever had whisked her away to be adopted illegally to hide her from the killer, and the killer?

A lot of people knew Angel Beaumont was alive. But how many knew Jolene Stevens was Angel?

“You can’t stay here,” Dulcie said. “It’s too dangerous.” She couldn’t bear the thought of finding a sister she never knew she had only to lose her.