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With a quiet click, the only sound in the ra house, she closed the armoire door and headed to the kitchen

She washed the dust froed water to quench her thirst and considered taking another run The idea of a year without a health club made her crazy

At times like this, she wondered if she could really do this Was an inheritance worth a year in Clayton surrounded by relatives who didn’t like her and too-vivid memories?

Her cell phone vibrated against the kitchen counter She unplugged it froer and answered “Hello”

A woman’s muffled voice said, “Brooke”

Brooke glanced at the caller ID and saw, Unavailable “I think we have a bad connection I can barely hear you”

The muffled voice deepened to a harsh whisper “You’re not welcome here Go away”

Goose bumps quivered down Brooke’s spine “Who is this?”

“Did you find your key?” the voice rasped “Be careful So could happen”

Brooke rushed to theover the kitchen sink and looked outside All she could see was Gabe Wesson’s house

“Who is this? What do you know about ed splint, dusty froainst the plastic phone

“Leave now—” the voice drew out each word in an eerie threat “—if you knohat’s good for you”

Then the line went dead

Brooke leaned against the counter, her pulse thruh to lap the track at Indianapolis Her first thought was Vincent, but the caller had been a woman Cousin Marsha, then, Vincent’s sister They’d always flocked together like vultures waiting to peck out an eye Now, they’d do anything to inherit Grandpa’sThat was the scary part If any of Great-Uncle Samuel’s bunch of h to do it