Myra spent the whole night reading up on the data of Nova Dankworth, Professor Cal’s daughter, again and again.
The four-year-old was obviously treasured by her father, after her mother died birthing her.
Myra stared at the little blond girl, smiling cheekily in the picture.
Although looks could be deceiving, she looked like a good child. And she was only four, a child could not be too difficult to get along with at such an age.
She turned the page over, and frowned at the details of Cora Craig, the Professor’s late wife’s twin sister.
Myra smelled trouble all around her, with her perfect body and shiny straight hair.
The woman had been a model all her life, but the information here showed she was also very involved in her niece’s life.
Myra did not doubt for one minute that the wo
