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Thank God. She tore it off and took aim right as the chair fell and the door flew open.
The woman stopped, her gaze colliding with the gun, which was now pointed at her head.
“I know how to shoot,” Fiona said, voice as steady as it was going to get. “And Iwillshoot you if you don’t leave.”
But God, she hoped she didn’t need to. She was almost certain the gun in the person’s hand only held tranquilizers. So if it was a competition of whose weapon could do more damage, she’d win.
The woman’s gaze shifted to hers, and it almost stole Fiona’s breath. It was the first time she got a clear look at those eyes. Eyes that were familiar—because they werehers.
“You’re my sister,” Fiona breathed.
The woman’s eyes narrowed, like the truth in that statement made her angry. She stepped back, and Fiona stepped forward. “Please! I don’t know why you’re doing this, but you don’t have to. We’re…we’refamily. It doesn’t have to be this way!”
Rage—it swirled through those chestnut eyes. “Fuck you!” The two words were hissed so quietly, and with so much hate, that Fiona flinched.
Then the woman turned and ran. Fiona raced to the window and watched as the woman ran from the house, down the street, and eventually disappeared from view. But still, Fiona’s fingers remained firm on the gun. She was frozen, unable to move, barely breathing.
The hate…it had been so thick, Fiona could practically feel it.
She wanted to keel over. To let the depths of that reality take her down. But then she remembered Kasey…
God, Kasey! She ran to the door and dropped to the woman’s side, lowering the gun to the ground. Her chest was moving, but blood soaked her top. And the dagger…
Phone. She needed a phone to call for help.
Lifting the pistol again, she ran upstairs and grabbed her cell from beside the bath. There were three missed calls from Callum. She had to call him—but first, she needed to call 911.
CHAPTER25
Callum’s eyes moved over the information on his computer. Candace Holder gave birth to identical twin girls on December fourth at the Community Regional Medical Center. Fiona and Olivia Holder.
He clicked over to a news article dated a week later. Candy Holder was found dead in an alley due to an overdose, and her babies were declared missing.
Callum ran his hands through his hair.
Fiona was a twin.
God. To find out so late in life would be like a kick in the damn gut. What kind of life had that sister led? How had she come to the point where she’d not only found Fiona but felt the need toimpersonateher? Stalk her?
If Fiona had kept her name, maybe Olivia had kept hers too. He could ask Fiona’s mother if she knew any of Candy’s other friends, but there was another route he wanted to try first.
His fingers returned to the keyboard, moving quickly. He spent the next hour hacking into government systems he had no business hacking into, but hell, when it came to Fiona and her safety, he’d do whatever it goddamn took.
When he finally found it, he leaned back in his chair.
On the same day Fiona was left on Edna and Mark Lock’s doorstep, a baby by the name of Olivia, no last name, was placed in government care. She became Olivia Cohls, and she remained in foster care, moving from home to home until she aged out.
He kept digging and found a police report for what looked like her first misdemeanor for possession. The photo popped up—and he blew out a long breath. She had the same eyes as Fiona, but that was where the similarities ended. The woman was thinner, like she’d used too many drugs in her life. Her hair was bleach-blond, and she wore a pound of makeup.
He dug up a few more misdemeanor charges. Drunk driving. Vandalism. Resisting arrest. And in each photo, she looked the same, just older, her makeup a bit heavier.
Fuck.
Footsteps sounded down the hall moments before Tyler appeared in his doorway. “Hey, I just came to tell you—” He stopped when his gaze hit Callum, his brows tugging together. “You okay?”
“No.” He couldn’t lie to his friend if he tried.
Tyler came farther into the room. “This about the woman who’s been stalking Fiona?”
