Pamela Tracy - The Missing Twin

Not a question that Angela had anticipated, but she did the best she could and named her landlord. “Bernice Holliday.”

Betsy smiled. “Bernice has a pack of family. She’s in Florida, right?”

Stay as close to the truth as possible.

“Yes, Orlando.” That had been the address Angela had seen on the rental agreement.

“Abigail never said anything about having family nearby,” Betsy remarked. “Would you like me to ring you up now?”

She made it perfectly clear that no personal information would be given. Angela didn’t want to push it. She’d come shopping more often, build a rapport. Then she’d delve deeper.

“I imagine the women in town flock to your store,” Angela said. “I’m certainly impressed.”

Betsy laughed. “Believe it or not, most of my business is from tourists. They like that they might actually get to buy an outfit that their friends can’t find at a big box store.”

Angela held out her hand and introduced herself, irritated because she wanted to know more about Abigail, but didn’t want to push her luck.

“Why, you’re the woman who helped save Jake’s life. How incredibly brave.”

Angela deflected the attention from herself. “It was mostly our other neighbor Ted.”

“I’m not sure I’ve met him. But I don’t know everyone.”

“How well do you know Jake?” Angela asked.

“Quite well. My brother’s a ranger up at the Grand Canyon. They worked together a few months ago when Jake was up there. They have a lot in common. I don’t think either of them will ever settle down.”

That was something Angela hadn’t asked the sheriff about: Jake’s family.

“I’m surprised he’s not married. He’s—”

“Good-looking,” Betsy agreed.

“Does Jake have family nearby?” Angela queried, surprised that the thought of him being alone bothered her.

“I’m not sure.”

Celia cleared her throat. “Mom, we still need to go to Tucson for shoes.”

Angela headed for the counter, took her wallet from her purse and waited for Betsy to calculate the amount. Angela fingered the black-and-white outfit and even though she’d told herself to take it slow, she took a chance. “So, I might see this outfit in red if I’m in town long enough?”

“I really don’t think so,” Betsy said. “Abigail Tetterman is what I call a professional shopper. She knows as much about thread count and quality as I do. She came in at least once a week, but I haven’t seen her in about three months, so I’m pretty sure she moved on.”

The bell on the front door tinkled as another customer came in. Betsy pointed out a purse that would go perfectly with Angela’s new black-and-white outfit, then moved to greet her next customer.

It had only been just over a week and Angela had a name. Abigail Tetterman. No wonder the Feds were so strict about following protocol.

Looking down at the outfit draped over her arm, Angela could almost hear her sister’s voice. “You don’t have to worry about me. Worry about Celia.”

In Angela’s world, worry was a bit like love.

There was enough for everyone.

CHAPTER FIVE

“WHO’S ABIGAIL AND why did you ask so many questions about her?” Celia asked.

Angela thought Celia had been too involved in her shopping to overhear, but apparently not.

From the time Celia was old enough, she’d known Marena as Aunt Lorraine. It was easier than trying to explain name changes to a child. Telling Celia that Abigail—Angela had a name!—was her aunt Lorraine didn’t seem a good idea since Abigail was missing. Sometimes sticking close to the truth seemed impossible.

“Abigail’s someone I used to hang around with. I was hoping she was still in this area.”

“Really?”

“What do you mean really?” Angela knew how to turn one question into another.

“Well,” Celia said, “you’ve never talked about anyone named Abigail. You never talk about the people you used to know at all.”

“It might be time to change that,” Angela said. “But Abigail lived here a long time ago, so I’m not expecting much.”

Luckily, Celia didn’t ask anything else. Soon they left Interstate 10 and drove toward the heart of Tucson, a vibrant, good-sized city with a rich history that seemed to meld with the present. Tiny bungalows lined the streets. Then came the University of Arizona. School must be starting soon. Everywhere she looked young people waved to each other from bicycles, sat around outdoor restaurant tables and walked in groups. Celia pressed herself against the window.

She’d been hearing about college since she started kindergarten. Her eyes held the hopefulness of youth. Angela remembered feeling the same way. But Celia’s dream wasn’t just college; it was staying in the same place for four years and making friends.

Angela held back a sigh. Celia always picked up on her moods. No way could Angela explain how she was feeling right now. One mention of Abigail had inspired Angela to want to find out more without delay.

Abigail had been in Scorpion Ridge, just as she’d told Angela, just as Buck Topher had reiterated. The Feds hadn’t sent her anywhere else. No, they were pretty well done with the Erickson girls. They’d already helped them relocate, find jobs, start a new life.

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