“You’re backing out?” Julia said, shocked, her eyes narrowing on her twin. She’d just gotten home from their yoga class, and Sophia had dropped the bomb that she wanted out of the plan.

No way. No effing way was Julia about to let that happen. Not after having worked on this intricate scheme for years, an idea she’d started sculpting the minute she’d found out that she was related to the Amhursts and, as such, the Cahills—a fortune whose size she couldn’t even imagine. And she could imagine a pretty damned big one. “Is that what you said?” And before Sophia could answer, Julia added, “You can’t back out now. You’re in too deep—we’re in too deep.” Julia felt anger and fear. What the hell did Sophia think she was doing? Taking control? Making decisions? No way. Sophia didn’t have the brains to take charge. All she would do would be to mess things up! No, no, no! Tamping down a rising sense of panic, Julia tried her best to stay calm, to reason with her sister.

“What exactly does that mean, ‘in too deep’?” Sophia asked, and Julia didn’t like the glint in her eye or the way she hoisted her chin upward, almost as if she were superior to her twin.

Yeah, right. Sophia could only hope.

“Tell me you didn’t have anything to do with those people dying,” Sophia demanded.

“People?”

“Like, you know, that reporter in San Francisco?”

Oh, God, she was blowing this, ruining everything they’d worked for! Julia put on her most innocent face and dropped her bag and yoga mat by the door—the bag and mat Sophia had picked out when they’d worked out how they could pretend to be one person, to ensure that James would notice them, to provide alibis for each other. “You can’t be serious, Sophia. I was right here. You know that.” They’d been together; Sophia couldn’t argue the fact.

But there were others . . . Julia began to worry. What if Sophia started putting two and two together and figured out that Julia really was a part of Charity Spritz’s murder and Willow Valente’s murder and Phoebe Matrix’s near murder? That one still bothered her, but she had to keep her cool, not let on. Not yet. Sophia was already about to blow it. This was no time for her sister to go rogue.

“Then what about Willow?” Sophia charged. “You never liked her.”

“You never liked her,” Julia reminded her twin. “You thought she might be a problem.”