As Good as Dead (5 page)

Are you sure? Are you one hundred percent sure?

No, I'm not sure. And that's the problem. I don't have any idea exactly how old Jazzy
Talbot is, and I need to know. If she's older or younger than thirty, then I can breathe a
sight of relief. However, if she's the right age, perhaps I should find out more about her
and Reve Sorrell.

Do you think they could be those twin girls?

Of course not. Those twins are dead. They've been dead for thirty years.

You didn 't see them dead, did you? You didn't actually kill them yourself.

No, but-

You trusted someone else to dispose of them. You should have done the job yourself.

That way you could have been, certain.

They 're dead. They have to be dead.

And if they 're not? What if Jazzy and Reve Sorrell turn out to be those twins?

Then I'll have no choice but to kill them. No one can ever find out the truth.

The DNA samples had been taken quickly and easily-just a swab in the mouth. Such a simple thing that would determine if she and Reve Sorrell were indeed sisters. If it turned out to be true-that they were twins-the fact would irrevocably change their lives. Everything she had believed since she was a child would prove to be lies. How could she deal with knowing her aunt Sally had been deliberately lying to her all her life? How was that possible? She knew, deep inside her, that Aunt Sally loved her with all her heart. The two of them shared a mother/daughter bond stronger than most.

Don't get ahead of yourself. Wait for the results. And even if you two are twins, maybe
Aunt Sally will have an explanation as to why she never told you about having a sister.

But could there be a good reason for throwing away a baby, for tossing her into a Dumpster and leaving her for dead?

The few times since she'd met Reve that she'd brought up the subject to Aunt Sally, her aunt had sworn to her that Corrine Talbot had given birth to only one child, one baby girl, and that baby was Jazzy.

"I'm told we should have the results within a week," Gal MacNair said as he walked with them into the waiting room. He smiled warmly at Jazzy and then at Reve. "You’re paying, for a private lab to do the test will speed things up immeasurably."

"What good is money if you can't use it?" Reve said, but she didn't smile.

Jazzy had been raised dirt poor, watching Aunt Sally scratch and scrape for every di-me, so she'd grown up thinking all of life's problems could be solved with money. She had longed to be rich. Rich like the Uptons and the MacKinnons, Cherokee County's two families worth multi-millions. There had been a time when her dream had been to marry Jamie Upton, the heir to a vast fortune, but that dream had never come true. Thank God!

Jamie's wealth had not made him happy, and it certainly hadn't helped make him a better man than those without so much money. He'd been a heartless bastard. And now here she was practically engaged to his cousin, the new heir to the Upton fortune. But Caleb McCord was as different from Jamie as night from day. He hadn't been raised in the lap oh luxury, hadn't even known about his mother's wealthy family when he'd grown up on the streets of Memphis. But now he'd been crowned the heir apparent by his grandparents-by Big Jim and Miss Reba. As much as she wanted to believe that Caleb's new station in life wouldn't change him, if she lived in fear that it would.

Jazzy glanced at Reve and wondered if she was happy with all her millions. She sure didn't act like a happy person. To her way of thinking, her might-be twin was an uptight, bossy snob. How was it possible that two people who shared the same genes were nothing alike?

But looking at Reve, Jazzy once again got that gut-tightening reaction. The woman was her spitting image. Except for a few minor differences. Reve was slightly taller, maybe fifteen or twenty pounds heavier and she didn't wear green-colored contacts over her brown eyes or dye her auburn hair a bright red.

"You'll call us the minute you receive the results," Reve said, her words a commanding statement, not a question.

"I certainly will," Dr. MacNair assured her.

"Thank you." Reve shook hands with Galvin, then turned to leave.

"Thanks," Jazzy added and rushed to catch up with her sister.

Damn, don't do this. She'd already begun thinking of Reve Sorrell as her sister. And it was apparent to anyone with the least bit of perception that the last thing Ms. Sorrell wanted was to find out she was biologically linked to a person like Jazzy Talbot.

"Hold up, will you?" Jazzy grabbed Reve's arm just as she headed out the door of the Cherokee Pointe Clinic.

Reve skewered her with a narrowed gaze. "What?"

"Are you staying in town until we get the results or-"

"I'm staying."

Jazzy released her hold on Reve's arm. "Where?"

"I reserved one of your cabins."

Jazzy shrugged. "I see. You could have stayed with me."

"I didn't want to inconvenience you."

Reve wasn't a very good liar. Just a hint of color darkened her cheeks. Jazzy knew right away that her look-alike hadn't even entertained the idea of staying with her.

"If you need anything while you're here-"

"I think we need to become better acquainted," Reve said. 'Perhaps we should have lunch together today and figure out the best way to approach this problem."

Jazzy swung open the door and held it. "You first."

Just as Reve exited the clinic and set foot on the sidewalk, Jazzy directly behind her, she came face to face with the one Person in Cherokee Pointe she'd told Jazzy she hoped she Would never see again.

Jacob Butler, all six-feet, five-inches of him, blocked Reve's path. The man's size alone was intimidating, but adding to his tough-guy image were the hard, chiseled features, the pensive green eyes and the long black hair. His appearance screamed dangerous savage.

"Morning, Jacob." Jazzy tried to control the grin spreading across her face. She glanced from Reve to Jacob. She wasn't sure whose expression conveyed more shocked dis-may. These two had despised each other on sight when they'd' met back last spring. "You remember Reve Sorrell, don't you?"

Jacob tipped his Stetson. "Ma'am."

Reve's spine stiffened. "Sheriff."

When Jacob tried to walk past them, Jazzy jumped in front of him. "What's your hurry?"

"I need to talk to Dr. MacNair. I've got an appointment."

"Are you sick?"

"You sure are nosey," Jacob said.

"You know me-always concerned about my fellow man."

Jacob's lips twitched in a hint of a smile. Ever since they'd been kids, she'd been able to make Jacob smile, even when Genny couldn't. And he loved Genny more than anybody on earth, her being his cousin who'd been raised like a sister to him.

"I'm setting up a time for flu shots for all my employees," Jacob explained. "It's getting to be that time of year. With the small force I have at the sheriff's department, I can't afford to have anybody laid up with the flu for a week."

"I hear your staff is going to be decreasing by one pretty soon," Jazzy said. "Just as so-on as Tewanda gets her law degree and passes the bar."

Jacob nodded. "Yeah, and we're all right proud of her, but we're sure going to miss her.

She's been a topnotch deputy."

"Hey, if you're not doing anything special for lunch today, why don't you come over to Jasmine's and join Reve and me." She swallowed a chuckle and clamped her teeth together to keep from laughing out loud. "We're going to get acquainted. You know… just in case we turn out to be sisters. You could fill her in on what I was like as a kid. And you could give her some insight into me as a woman." She turned to Reve. "You know Jacob and I even dated for a while, and I'm here to tell you that this man"- Jazzy wound her arm around Jacob's arm -"is one great kisser."

Reve gasped. Jazzy laughed. Jacob seared Jazzy with his tight gaze.

"Ah, lighten up, you two," Jazzy told them. "Relax. I'm just having some fun with y'all."

"I'm afraid I don't see the humor in this situation," Reve said.

"Look, I don't know why you two decided instantly that you can't stand each other, but we need to do something to change this. Right now. If Reve is my sister, I can't have one of my oldest and dearest friends and my newly found twin hating each other."

"I haven't got time for this," Jacob said and tried to move past Jazzy.

She stood stubbornly in his way. "Agree to have lunch with us and I'll-"

"I have other plans for lunch," he said.

"Then supper tonight-you two with Caleb and me."

"Don't do this," Jacob told her, a strained expression on his face.

"I'm not available for dinner," Reve said.

Jazzy heaved a deep sigh. "Okay, I give up. For now. But don't think this is the end of it." She moved aside and allowed Jacob to pass.

Once they were alone, Reve snapped around and glared at Jazzy. "I do not-under any circumstances-wish to be engaged socially with Sheriff Butler. I'd appreciate it if you'd give up any plans you have that involve my becoming better acquainted with that man."

Jazzy let out a long, low whistle. "He really punched all your buttons, didn't he?"

"All the wrong buttons."

Jazzy shook her head. "I just can't figure it out. I've never seen Jacob have a negative effect on a woman before. Usually, a woman takes one look at him and swoons at his fe-et. After all, honey, let's face it-the man is to die for."

"I'm afraid I fail to see whatever it is that makes him so irresistible."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Let's end this ridiculous conversation." Reve started walking toward her Jaguar in the side parking lot next to the clinic. "I can drop you back by Jasmine's, if you'd like. I made plans for an early checkin at my cabin. I'd like to get settled and freshen up before lunch."

"I'll walk," Jazzy said. "It's only a few blocks."

"Very well. What time shall I meet you for lunch?"

"How about one o'clock?"

Reve nodded agreement.

Jazzy didn't press the matter-getting Reve and Jacob together-but she had no intention of letting it drop. She suspected that although Reve disliked Jacob and probably found him intimidating, she wasn't as immune to his obvious masculine charms as she professed to be. Maybe Reve just didn't know how to deal with unwanted sexual attraction. And unless she missed her guess, that was what was going on between Jacob and Reve.

Jazzy couldn't contain her laughter, amused at the thought of sexual sparks igniting between Jacob and Reve. Talk about a mismatched couple.

"Dare I ask what you find so amusing?" Reve asked.

"Nothing really. I was just thinking how you stick out like a sore thumb around here.

Unless you hobnob with the Uptons or the MacKinnons, all you're going to run across around here are just common folks. Hill people. Rednecks. And a few breeds, like Jacob and Genny."

"I suspected the sheriff was part Native American. Doesn't he mind being referred to as a breed?"

"He and Genny are both a quarter Cherokee and damn proud of it. And I'm practically family to them, so my referring to them that way is the same as the two of them calling themselves breeds."

"At least they know their heritage. Whereas you and I…" Reve let the sentence trail off into silence.

"You really are worried about it, aren't you? Poor Reve. What if you find out I'm your twin and that our parents were really white trash? Me, I've got nothing to lose. I've always been white trash. But you-"

"I am a Sorrell, regardless of my genetic heritage."

"Yeah, I guess you are, aren't you?"

Jazzy turned and walked away, not glancing back, but sensing that Reve was watching her. She wanted to be friends with this woman, to find some common bond between them other than the likelihood they were sisters. But the chances of that happening appeared to fall into the snowball's chance in hell category.

Becky Olmstead had graduated from high school in the spring and was working as a gofer at MacKinnon Media headquarters to earn enough money to pay for college. At least, that was what she'd told her mother. But she had no intention of going to college, and her job here was just a smoke screen to keep her old lady off her back. Combining what she earned here with what she picked up at night on her other job, she should be able to leave Cherokee Pointe before New Year's and begin a new life in Nashville. More than anything, she wanted to get away from home-from her nagging mother and her mean, drunken stepfather. If anyone had told her two years ago that she would have gone from being a teenager who just liked to have fun, to one of half a dozen hookers in Cherokee Pointe, she wouldn't have believed it. But when, at sixteen, she'd been offered fifty bucks to go down on a guy, she hadn't been able to refuse such easy money.

If folks knew the men she'd screwed during the past couple of years, they'd be surprised. Hell, they'd be shocked. Her first john, the one who'd given her fifty bucks to give him a blow job, was old enough to be her grandfather and was a prominent citizen. He still came to her occasionally, but not so often lately. As a matter of fact, she hadn't serviced him in nearly two months. But he wasn't the only big spender. Not by a long shot. Actually, if she wasn't just a little bit afraid of getting into some bad trouble, she'd try black-mail. She sure could ruin a few lives if she named names.

Nah, better not go that route, she told herself. She'd been saving steadily for her big escape, and pretty soon she'd have a sizable nest egg, enough to live on until she could ho-ok up with the right people in Music City. Who knew, could be she'd wind up married to some famous country singer and get to live in one of those fancy mansions that would put the Upton house and the MacKinnon house to shame.

"Becky! Go over to Jasmine’s and pick up Mr. MacKinnon's lunch, right now!" Glenda Motte, Brian MacKinnon's secretary, called out to her.

"Right away, Ms. Motte."

Becky hurried to the employee's lounge, where she'd left her jacket that morning, and glanced at the wall clock above the coffeemaker. She hoped the meal was ready when she got to Jasmine's; otherwise, Mr. MacKinnon would take a strip off Ms. Motte's hide. The man was a tyrant. She figured that nobody who worked for him really liked him. But who had die balls to tell the man to go to hell? He ruled over MacKinnon Media like a damned dictator, and if anybody crossed him, he saw to it mat they lost their job. Since starting work here in June, she'd had to run errands throughout the complex that housed the Cherokee Pointe Herald as well as WMMK TV and radio stations, so she'd heard plenty of grumbling about the big boss.