Kate's life might be measured in hours, and her so called family was racing for an international terminal.
The moment we stepped through the doorway, Thomas froze. The phone slid down from his ear and almost slipped out of his hand. He fumbled to catch it, tried to draw himself up, tried to look like a man who owned the room.
"Who the hell are you. You can't just walk into my home."
I gave him a smile that didn't touch my eyes.
"You sent your daughter in to pose as Bex and get close to us, and you don't recognize me?" I made a slow show of looking around. "And to be technical, we didn't break in. Your door was open. Although, in the spirit of full disclosure, I will admit we are being rude."
"Get out!" Rebecca had lost the soft, trembling kindness she used to wear around us. Her voice
