"McGrath's not an uncommon name." It was a fact, but it left out the rest of the facts-that he knew why Olivia West had picked the name Mr. Lester McGrath for Jen Periwinkle's evil nemesis. She hadn't plucked it out of thin air. "I can't blame people for wondering."

Kyle wasn't pacified. "Why did you pick Goose Harbor for your vacation?"

"Cute name."

"I can call the local police and have them check you out."

Christina touched his arm. "Kyle…"

"It's okay," J.B. said. "He can check me out. No problem." Her blue eyes fastened on him. "You know my father was killed last year, don't you?"

J.B. nodded. "I do. I'm sorry."

She swallowed visibly. "Thanks. It's hard not having answers." Her gaze drifted to the side door, where Bruce was almost finished with his work. "The police don't have any reason to believe the break-in's connected in any way to Dad's murder."

"Did you call Zoe about it?" Kyle asked.

"After the police left," Christina said. "You were back at your apartment."

Kyle, who'd rented the small apartment above her waterfront café, seemed put out. "Why didn't you tell me? Is she on her way?"

Christina turned to him, color rising in her cheeks. "What?"

"Zoe. Is she on her way?"

"I don't know."

She knew. J.B. could see the lie in the way she shifted her eyes away from Kyle and looked down at her hands, in the flush that spread from her cheeks to her ears, in the increased agitation. Her breathing was shallow now, coming in quick, ineffective gulps.

Why wouldn't she want to reveal whether or not her sister was on her way?

Bruce lumbered in from his door-hanging. "She drives a yellow Bug these days. She won't be hard to spot."

"She hasn't-" Christina inhaled, wrung her hands together. "She hasn't been back in almost a year. Cut her some slack, okay?"

"Right," Bruce said. "Like she'd cut us any."