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revealed.
    She had to stay on guard every minute she was here.
    Her cell phone vibrated in her purse, and she checked the caller ID. Her coworker at the clinic in San Francisco. Probably wanted to know if she was all right.
    She’d have to lie to him, too.
    “Can we have another coloring party?” Bessie asked.
    Her heart broke for the child in front of her. For her sister, who had no idea what she’d done. For what would happen toAmelia’s fragile psyche when she realized she’d taken her own granddaddy’s life.
    “Yes, honey,” Sadie said. “I’ll find us some paper and crayons.” Maybe Bessie had seen something.
    Maybe she would draw a picture and give them some clues as to what had happened between her and Papaw, and who’d fired that gun.
    And who had called her with the warning that Amelia was about to commit murder.

Chapter 5

    J ake scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. Sadie had always taken care of her twin. She’d admitted that she never knew who she might find in her house—a child, a scary teenager, or God knows who else.
    Back in high school, she’d worried that her sister might get hurt while she was in one of her alter states. She’d never said Amelia was dangerous, though.
    But if one of Amelia’s alters had killed her grandfather, would that alter hurt Sadie if she pushed her too hard?
    The thought sent a bolt of irrational fear through him that had nothing to do with the case.
    “Bessie, let me get those crayons and paper.” Sadie gestured toward the cell walls. “We can decorate your room here just like we did when we were little.”
    Bessie’s cries grew quieter. “I like to draw.”
    “Me too,” Sadie said. “I have my own studio at my apartment now.”
    Another pained look darkened her eyes though, making Jake wonder what kind of art she did.
    “I want my dolly, too,” Bessie whispered.
    “I’ll bring her next time I come to visit.” Then she helped Bessie to lie down on the cot. “Why don’t you rest a minute and think about what you want to draw while I get our supplies. Okay?”
    “’Kay,” Bessie said with a big yawn.
    She stretched back out on the cot, and Sadie covered her with the blanket. “I’ll be back soon.”
    “Promise?” Bessie whispered.
    Sadie patted her sister’s back. “I promise.”
    Sadie started to walk away, but Bessie lifted her head. “Sing ‘Hush,’ Sadie. Please.”
    Sadie paused, then sank back down on the cot and began to sing, “Hush little Bessie, don’t say a word...”
    Mike appeared through the double doors, and Jake threw up a hand to ask him to stop. It was difficult, witnessing Sadie playing parent to her twin. He doubted she’d want Mike watching the scene, too.
    An image of Ayla flashed through his mind, and he grimaced. He’d hated his ex for her selfishness in abandoning their baby daughter. And sometimes he wished Ayla had a sibling to keep her company.
    But Sadie might have been better off not having a mentally ill one.
    Stop feeling sorry for Sadie. You have a case to wrap up, and she’s the key
.
    Mike gestured toward the front, and mouthed the word
Chad
, and Jake grimaced again. Amelia’s lawyer had arrived.
    Now he would probably move Amelia to the psych ward, and any chance Jake had of hearing her side of the story would be lost between the doctors, her illness, and the red tape.

    Sadie felt drained as she stepped from the jail cell. She might be a professional, but this case was her family, her past. Remaining objective was going to cost her, big-time.
    Lord help her. She’d forgotten how exhausting it was to pretend everything was okay when
nothing
was okay.
    Jake offered a half-sympathetic look, but she avoided looking directly into his eyes. She didn’t want any kind of connection to him.
    Still, just the sight of him tempted her to fall into his arms. “I need to see Dr. Tynsdale.”
    Jake nodded. “Thanks for trying to talk to your sister, Sadie.”
    A streak of anger shot through her.