Chapter 22

“I’ve more to tell you,” Winnie said, ignoring her. “Aren’t you the teeniest tiny bit interested in finding out who I really am?”

Rule number two in spy school: Killers have the need to confess, to be the center of attention.“A relative of Holly’s goes without saying. You must have nurtured this deep hated for years.” Caroline took a good look at the woman. “You’re what, thirty-four?”

Winnie nodded. “Close. Thirty-five.”

“Too young to be Holly’s daughter.”

“Close again. I’m her granddaughter. The part of the family she never spoke of. She couldn’t wait to get rid of my mother. ‘Not right in the head,’ Flora said. Holly and Gerald wasted no time hiding her away in one of those horrible places. Mother told me the details when I was old enough to understand. She kept the Fain surname, but she never spoke of her parents. Ever. She hated them.”

“And she nurtured that hatred in you,” Caroline said. “I can see what that would do to a child.”