“What do you mean by getting rid of her?” I asked cautiously.

“You know.” Vickie gently scratched her neck.

“No, Vickie,” I said. “I would never hurt her. She's my sister.”

“But what if she wants to hurt Frade, or you?”

“How do you know she'll hurt Frade?” I sighed. “Maybe you're thinking too much.”

“Oh, young lady.” Vickie shook her head, “I've lived longer than you, and I've always believed that people who are dead don't come back to life. Unless she's not dead at all. That Mia must have a purpose when she shows up at this time.”

“But why did you want to kill her? I don't...