Similar build.

The woman’s face was partially turned away.

She wore sunglasses.

And around her neck hung a silver pendant Rachel recognized immediately.

Her pendant.

The one that had disappeared from her jewelry box the previous Christmas.

Rachel enlarged the image.

Her breath caught.

The woman wasn’t a stranger.

Rachel knew her.

She had seen that face almost every weekday for the past three years.

At the office.

During meetings.

At company lunches.

Working only two offices away.

Vanessa Cole.

Rachel’s assistant.

The woman who could access her calendar.

Her payroll records.

Her scanned signature.

Her expense reports.

And, occasionally, her computer.

One final email appeared.

It contained only five words.

Ask Vanessa who Rachel Carter is.

Rachel slowly turned toward the closed bedroom door.

Downstairs, her children were laughing with their grandparents.

Outside, the evening shadows had begun stretching across the cornfields.

Her phone rang.

Unknown number.

Rachel answered