“What if the whole thing’s a scam? She could be just trying to get your money?”
“If she were a scam artist, she’d be calling or emailing in weird English that sounded like it had been run through Google translate too many times, claiming we won the ‘Microsoft Yahoo f*******: lottery’ or some crap.” She gave a hollow chuckle. “No, she’s legit. She’s got all the paperwork to prove that she’s who she says she is. I mean, I’m not saying she’s honest or anything—”
“—because she’s a blackmailer?”
“Sure. But she really is Christina McCall, and I really have been using her identity since 2001. She could’ve called the Mounties on me, dragged me away, not given any warning. Then you’d have run, and I’d never get to know Ethan. Whatever happens, I’m glad she didn’t do that.”
I rested my head on h
