Emily Blair didn’t slow her pace until they’d made it a fair distance from the lake.
Elizabeth Wilson jogged to catch up, slightly out of breath. “Could you not walk so fast? I can barely keep up with you.”
“Maybe you need to work out more,” Emily replied coolly.
Elizabeth put her hands on her hips and clicked her tongue. “This is all Andrew Lane’s fault, having a meltdown out of nowhere. Here’s an idea: let’s go back, dump the water bucket over his head, rough him up a little to blow off some steam, and then leave.”
“Go ahead,” Emily said.
Given permission, Elizabeth immediately rolled up her sleeves, ready for action.
Emily added, “If you want to spend the night in jail, be my guest. I’m not coming to bail you out.”
Elizabeth let out a dramatic groan, then hooked her arm around Emily’s neck. “Oh, come on. Are you really still mad about this?”
Emily started to answer, but her gaze fixed suddenly on one of the sightseeing shuttles pulling up nearby.
Seated inside were Benjamin Gomez and Juliana Silva.
“What’s up?” Elizabeth followed Emily’s line of sight, squinting as she tried to make out the faces. “Is that Benjamin Gomez? When did he get back? And who’s that woman with him?”
Emily set the water bucket down. “Let’s watch a little longer.”
Elizabeth frowned in confusion. “Watch for what?”
Emily’s voice was calm, but her words dropped like a bomb. “That woman with Benjamin Gomez is Juliana Silva. I think Juliana Silva might actually be Isabella Austin.”
Elizabeth’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “You’re kidding. What makes you say that?”



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