Cardwell Christmas Crime Scene. B.J. DanielsЧитать онлайн книгу.
that she could be that little girl in the ad.
But her prayer hadn’t been answered, and now she no longer believed in fairy tales. If anything, life had taught her that there were no happy endings.
“DJ, you have to listen to me.” He’d raised his voice. The guard was making his way down the line of booths toward him. “You don’t know how dangerous—”
“Dangerous?” she echoed.
The guard tapped him on the shoulder. “Time to go.”
“DJ—”
“Just tell me the truth.” She hated how vulnerable she sounded. She’d seen his face when he’d looked at the people in the photograph. He had recognized them. But if they were her family, then why had he looked so...hurt, and yet so frightened? Because he’d been caught in a lie? Or because she had something to fear from them?
She’d had to become strong and trust her own instincts for so long... Growing up on the run with her father had taught her how to survive.
That was, until she’d found the doll and the photo of three people she didn’t know, one of them holding a baby who, no matter what he said, was probably her. But what about that would put her in danger?
“Last chance,” she said into the phone.
The guard barked another “Time to go.”
Her father’s gaze locked with hers. She saw pleading in his eyes as he quickly said into the phone, “There’s a reason I lied all these years, but the truth is...you will be hearing from my family in Montana soon. Go to them until you hear from me.” The guard grabbed the phone from her father’s hand and slammed it down.
DJ stood staring at him, his words rooting her to the floor. Her father had family in Montana? She had family? A family that would be contacting her? If this was another lie...
Slowly she hung up her phone as she watched Walter Justice being led away. Frowning, she pulled out the photo. He’s sworn these people weren’t her family. Then who were they? Her mother’s family? A cold dread filled her at the memory of her father’s reaction to the photo.
The doll and the photo proved that they knew about her. That at least someone in that family wanted her to know about them. And now she was going to find them. That she was on her own was nothing new.
And yet the fear she’d seen in her father’s eyes almost burned through her resolve.
* * *
IN BIG SKY, MONTANA, Dana Cardwell Savage braced herself as she pushed open the door to her best friend Hilde’s sewing shop. Christmas music played softly among the rows and rows of rich bolts of fabric. For a moment she slowed to admire the Christmas decorations that Hilde had sewn for the occasion, wishing she had time to sew. She missed quilting and the time she used to spend with Hilde back when they were partners in Needles and Pins.
Seeing her friend at the back, she moved on reluctantly. She needed to tell Hilde the news in person. Her only fear was how her friend was going to respond. Their relationship had taken a beating three years ago. Hilde had only begun to trust her again. And now this.
“Dana!” Hilde saw her and smiled, clearly pleased to see her. Raising four children, Dana rarely got down to the shop that she and Hilde had started together. Hilde had bought her out long since then, but Dana still loved coming down here, where it was so peaceful and quiet.
She moved to the stools by the cash register and pulled one up to sit down. There were several people in the shop, but fortunately, Hilde’s assistant, Veronica “Ronnie” Tate, was helping them.
“Where are the kids?” Hilde asked.
“With Stacy.” She loved that her older sister was so good about taking all of the children to give Dana a break. Stacy’s daughter, Ella, was almost five now. Dana’s twins were four, Mary was eight and her oldest, Hank, was nine. Where had those years gone?
“So, you’re out on the town?” Hilde asked and then seemed to notice how nervous Dana was. “What is it? What’s happened?”
“My cousin Dee Anna Justice, the real one. Except apparently she goes by DJ. I talked to my uncle, Walter, whom I was led to believe was dead.” She didn’t want to bias Hilde against the real Dee Anna Justice any more than she might already be, given the past. But she also couldn’t keep anything from her. “Walter called from prison.”
“Prison?”
Dana nodded. “He assured me that his daughter is nothing like him. In fact, she hadn’t talked to him in years until recently. She doesn’t know she has family, he said. She was never told about us. My uncle was hoping that I would contact her and invite her to come to Montana for the holidays so she can get to know her family.”
Paling, Hilde’s hand went to her protruding stomach and the baby inside her. Three years ago, a young woman claiming to be Dee Anna had come to the ranch. Dana, who had so desperately wanted to connect with a part of her family she hadn’t known even existed, had fallen for the psychopathic, manipulative woman’s lies, and they had all almost paid with their lives.
But Hilde had suffered the most. Dana still couldn’t believe that she’d trusted the woman she thought was her cousin over her best friend. She would never forgive herself. The fake Dee Anna, it turned out, had been the roommate of the real Dee Anna Justice for a short period of time. The roommate had opened a piece of her mail and, since they resembled each other, had pretended to be Dee Anna. Dana had believed that the woman was the real Dee Anna Justice and almost lost everything because of it.
“Why would he keep something like that from her?” Hilde finally asked.
“Because his family had disowned him when he married a woman they didn’t approve of. He thought his family would turn both him and his daughter away, apparently.”
“But now?”
“Now, he said with Christmas coming, he hoped I would reach out to her and not turn her away as his family had done. She doesn’t have any other family, he said.” She saw Hilde weaken.
“I told my uncle about the woman who pretended to be Dee Anna. He was so sorry about what happened,” Dana said quickly. “He said he’d never met DJ’s former roommate, but that he was shocked, and his daughter would be, too, to learn that the woman was capable of the horrible things she did.”
Hilde nodded. “So, you’ve contacted her?”
“No, I wouldn’t do that without talking to you first.”
Her friend took a breath and let it out. “It’s all right.”
“I won’t if it upsets you too much,” Dana said, reaching for Hilde’s hand.
“You’re sure this time she’s the real Dee Anna Justice?”
“Hud ran both her and her father through the system. She has been working as a travel writer, going all over the world to exotic places and writing about them under the pen name DJ Price.” One of the perks of being married to the local marshal was that he wouldn’t let anyone else come to visit without first finding out his or her true identity.
“So Colt knows that the real Dee Anna has turned up?”
The only good thing that had come out of that horrible time three years ago was Deputy Marshal Colt Lawson. He had believed what Hilde was saying about the fake Dee and had ended up saving her life as well as Dana’s and the kids’. Now the two were married, and Dana had never seen Hilde looking happier, especially since she was pregnant with their first child.
“I talked to Colt first. He said it was up to you, but none of us wants to take any chances with this baby or your health.”
Hilde smiled. “I’m as healthy as a horse and the baby is fine. As long as we’re sure this woman is the real Dee Anna and not a murdering psychopath.”
The other Dee, the fake