"Angela Mark.u.m. Please tell me she's still in prison?"

Silence.

"Sam?"

"I'm sorry, man. She got out about six months back."

"She had a ten-year sentence. It's only been four."

"What can I say . . . good behavior."

"She gave her husband a false alibi and helped him bury the poor girl's body. She helped her sicko husband cover up murder." Not to mention helping him cover up the hit-and-run on Becca. Again, she'd provided an alibi and no doubt covered for him.

"She was a model prisoner. And without you at the parole hearing to speak against her . . ."

"Surely Candace's parents were there." The co-ed's folks had been vehement about Angela's culpability in it all.

"Yes. The mom was. Apparently the Banners have split up, and Fred's living somewhere out west. Regardless, the judge ruled that Ms. Mark.u.m had served enough time and was no longer a threat to society."

"No longer a threat? Then what's she doing out here in Alaska?"

"Alaska? Is that where you are?"

"What's important is that Angela's here, too, and I think she's already begun enacting the revenge she swore she'd get."

"What happened?"

"It's a long story. I better go, Sam, but I'll be in touch." He needed to inform Landon and all the McKennas. If Angela Mark.u.m was in Yancey, no one close to him was safe.

He should have paid closer attention to Angela's status. Why had he stayed in one place for so long? He knew exactly why. She was lying in a hospital bed.

He exhaled. How far was Angela prepared to go? "Wait. Do me a favor?"

"Yeah?"

"Send me copies of my case files."

"Sure. What for?"

"I need to remind myself exactly who Angela Mark.u.m is and what she's capable of."

After giving Sam delivery details and promising again that he would stay in touch, Jake threw on some clothes and raced outside. But he stopped short at the fist-sized rock perched on the hood of his truck. Swallowing, he stepped closer. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he lifted it and read Nice to see you again scrolled across the surface in black paint.

Angela had caused the rockslide and probably had been the one leaving the creepy messages all along.

How long had she been watching, plotting out her revenge? Fear racked through him.

Please, Father, not again.

31.

"Knock, knock," Kirra said at the door to Kayden's hospital room. Carol stood beside her with a beautiful bouquet of cypress flowers in hand.

Kayden smiled. "Hey, guys, what are you doing here?"

"We heard about your accident," Kirra said. "You know how fast news travels in Yancey."

"Yes, I do."

Carol set the bouquet of vibrant red flowers on Kayden's bedside table. "We wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Reef." Kirra nodded at Kayden's brother in the chair.

He stood. "Kirra. How are you?"

"Better than your sister."

"Here." He gestured to the seat he'd just vacated. "Please."

"Thanks, but I'll stand."

"So what happened?" Carol asked, gesturing to Kayden's leg. "We heard you were climbing. . . ."

Kayden shook her head and then winced slightly. She had to remember to make slow movements or the dizzy spells returned, and then Doc Graham would never agree to let her go home this afternoon, like she was hoping. "Rockslide."

Kirra took a sharp intake of breath. "Oh, Kayden, that could have been serious."

"Thankfully Jake was there, or who knows how long I'd have been out on that ledge beneath a pile of rocks."

"Yes. You are a fortunate young lady," Carol said, arranging the flowers.

Jake raced into the hospital, needing to make certain Kayden was safe. Well, as safe as someone with a broken leg and head wound could be.

He rushed past Peggy Wilson, waving at her in greeting but not bothering to stop. He pushed into Kayden's room to find Reef sitting in the chair beside Kayden's empty bed.

Panic surged through him.

"Where is she?" He nearly ripped Reef from the chair.

"In the bathroom." Reef's eyes widened. "What's wrong?"

How did he explain? "She's okay? She's safe?"

"She's fine. A little cranky because she's ready to go home, but otherwise fine."

The pent-up tension released, the adrenaline dissipating with a surge. Thank you, Lord.

Kayden stepped from the bathroom, somehow managing to look radiant in a hospital gown. "Hey."

"Hey, yourself. How are you feeling?"

"Ready to go home."

Reef looked at him with a smirk.

"So I heard." She was so stubborn. Though Doc Graham was a pretty formidable opponent, she'd no doubt get her way. "Let me help you get back in bed."

"I've got it." She hobbled over on her crutch and shifted to sit, struggling a bit.

"Stop being so stubborn and let the man help," Reef said.

"I've got it." She plopped on the bed and leaned the crutch against her bedside table.

Jake's heart stopped at the sight of the flowers. "Where did you get those?"

"Kirra and Carol brought them in."

"When?"

"About twenty minutes ago."

"Kirra's from the area, right?"

"Yes . . ." she answered slowly, clearing trying to figure out where he was headed.

"Like, born here?"

"I don't think so."

"How long has she lived here?" He'd met Kirra. She wasn't Angela Mark.u.m, but perhaps she had some tie to her.

"Long enough to hound me every year of school since kindergarten," Reef said.

"And Carol?"

Kayden clumsily adjusted her blankets. "What about her?"

"How long has she lived here?"

"A few months."

"Give me your laptop," he said as panic flared through him.

"Okay." Reef handed it over. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

Jake pulled up an old news article on the Mark.u.m case. He found a picture of Angela standing beside her husband. He turned the screen to face Kayden, his gut sinking. "Is this Carol?" Please say no.

"What?"

"Is this woman Carol?" He tapped the screen.

Kayden studied the photo. "Her hair's lighter, and she looks a bit younger, but, yes, it looks like Carol."

Bile rose again in Jake's throat. "What's Carol's last name?"

"Jones." She was looking at him as if he had lost his mind.

He turned to Reef. "Call Kirra and see if Carol's still with her. If she is, make up some excuse why you want to talk to her-we don't want to put Kirra in danger-and if not, see if Kirra knows where she is."

"Okay." Reef stepped from the room with his cell in hand.

"What's going on?" Kayden asked. "She looks like Carol." She studied the screen again. "But it can't be. It says here her name is Angela Mark.u.m. Wait . . . Mark.u.m?" Realization dawned, the color draining from her face. "As in the last case you worked in Boston?"

Jake nodded, too choked to speak.

"Kirra, it's Reef."

"Yes?" she said, slowly.

"Is Carol with you? Kayden has a question for her."

"Carol?"

"Yes. Is she with you?"

"No. I dropped her off at her place about fifteen minutes ago. If Kayden-"

Reef covered the phone with his hand. "She just dropped her off at her place," he said to Jake, who'd joined him in the hall.

"Ask where home is," Jake said.

"Where does she live?"

"Carol?" Kirra asked, confusion filling her tone.

"Yes."

"Why the sudden interested in Carol?"

"It's a long story."

"I don't exactly feel comfortable giving out volunteers' addresses."