Eventually, Sophia had agreed to go along with the plan. After all, it was all about family, wasn’t it? Finally, she had a sister and not just a sister but an identical twin! Everything would work out. Julia’s enthusiasm had been contagious. Also, the more time they spent together, the more like Julia Sophia became. They could finish each other’s sentences and thought so much alike it was weird—but in a good way. And Sophia eventually came around to her sister’s way of thinking. Hell, yes, they were entitled to a piece of the family fortune!

Then she’d met James.

At the heart of the scheme.

At the heart of everything.

How the hell had that happened?

And then there was something else . . .

As much as she hated the idea, she had a sneaking suspicion that Julia had something to do with what had happened to Phoebe, but she wouldn’t go there—at least not yet. Certainly, her sister couldn’t have tried to kill the old bat. Sure, the old lady was a snoop and irritating, but . . . seriously, her twin wouldn’t go that far.

Or would she?

The uneasy feeling persisted, because though she’d tried to convince herself differently, Sophia had noticed a darker side to her twin. She hated to think of it as evil; that wasn’t it really, but Julia was quick to get mad, her temper explosive, and little things irritated her. Worse yet, she was always suspicious, and she’d taken to the idea that Phoebe Matrix was onto them, like she was a master spy or something. Julia had mentioned that living here would be a lot easier if Phoebe wasn’t around . . . well, that was true, but so what?