“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Anna said through tight lips, peeling potatoes so rapidly her hands were practically a blur. “Now that the power’s back on, I’m way behind. Why don’t you go back to your rooms?”

“Anna, you want to cut the shit? We know,” Corinne said impatiently. “Your story doesn’t hold water with us, and it sure as shit won’t with the local cops, who, by the way, should be here in about ten minutes.”

Caro nodded, and glanced around the large, spotless kitchen. Something was missing, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. What was wrong? There was a small shelf full of pictures, but that wasn’t it. Distracted, Caro stepped closer to the pictures. Family stuff, mostly, Anna posing in front of various gorgeous scenes…and one was flipped down.

“Not to mention, where are the groceries?” Corinne gestured at the large kitchen. “No damp bags, no extra food…because you never went to town.”

That’s what was wrong, Caro decided, fingering the turned-down photo. No food. Anna hadn’t had time to return from shopping, put everything away, and find Turner. Because, of course, she had never been shopping. Heck, where could she go? Was there even a grocery store on the island? She supposed they could check the garage, see if Anna’s car engine was warm. Another nail in the coffin.

“You’d better cough up the truth,” Corinne went on relentlessly, “because it’ll just be that much worse for you if you lie to the locals.”

Caro flipped the picture back up, positioned it where it belonged, started to turn back to the group…then took another look at the picture.

“So why don’t you just talk?” Corinne finished.

“Jesus Christ,” Caro whispered, staring at the photo. Everything made sense…a horrible, skin-crawling sense. Poor Turner. Poor Anna. And poor…

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Anna repeated stubbornly, peeled potatoes flying into the pot. “I didn’t go to town for food, I went for…for…”

“You’re covering up for Dana. By my count, you’ve destroyed property, tampered with a crime scene, and committed felony assault, and that’s just for starters. The cops are going to want to talk to you. We’ll make sure of that. So all this crap you pulled was basically for nothing. Why not tell us?”

Anna glared at Corinne, and her grip tightened on the potato peeler. Grant stepped protectively in front of his wife and got a poke between the shoulder blades for his pain. “Don’t do that,” she snapped, elbowing him out of the way. “On my slowest day, I could take her.”

“Let’s stop provoking unbelievably dangerous people, what do you say, dear?”

“Anna, won’t you tell them why?” Caro had flipped the picture back down. For her, there were no more questions. But the others…Corinne was definitely on the right track. Anna looked as though she was going to puke. Or faint. Or both. “Why in the world would you do all this stuff? Steal crime scene evidence and hurt Turner?” Especially hurt Turner, who was only guilty of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, both times, poor dope. “What was it all for?”

“Yeah, we work together, Annie,” Turner added. “You and me and Rich, we were making this place into a real weekend getaway for people.” He rubbed his head and looked at her reproachfully. “I kind of thought we were a team.”

“A team!” Anna spat. “Ha! You’re the cause of all this, Turner, you ass.”

“Me?” Turner gasped.

“Him?” Corinne gasped. “What’d he do?”

“You led her on, that’s what. That whole studly handyman looking for love’ nonsense you give off like…like pheromones.”

“I’ll admit he’s cute,” Grant said, “but I fail to see…”

“She’s my sister,” Anna said in a small voice. She put the potato peeler on the counter and stared at the floor.

Caro could practically hear the air being sucked out of the room as everyone gasped. “Dana’s your sister?” Corinne managed, while Caro nodded tiredly.

“I didn’t lead her on!” Turner protested. “She was all over me.”

“That’s kind of a minor detail you could have mentioned,” Corinne said. “The killer being, you know, a blood relative and all.”

“Not just that,” Caro added. “Isn’t that right, Anna?”

“No, no. I mean, yes, she is, but she killed…our sister.”

“The body’s your sister, too?”

“I think I’m going to faint,” Grant murmured.

Anna looked peeved. “Turner, you ass, don’t you remember? I brought them both out here on opening weekend.”

“Well, yeah, I remember Dana from before,” he said slowly, “sure I did. But…nothing ever came of it, and I figured…I just figured she was here this weekend as a returning guest. Rich wants to build up repeat clientele, so I didn’t think anything of it. I tried to be friendly, you know, talk to her, but she was totally cold to me. I guess she…I guess she didn’t like me from before.”

“That’s not true,” Caro said quietly.

Anna snorted. “Didn’t think anything of it…that’s you in a nutshell. And I suppose you don’t remember Tina?”

He frowned. “Tina? No, I didn’t meet her. I only met Dana.”

“No, you met Tina pretending to be Dana.”

“How could she pretend—”

“She had a crush on you. She would have done anything for you.”

“Who are you talking about?” Grant asked.

“But I only talked to her for five minutes! I—”

“So your sister fixated on Turner,” Corinne interrupted. “And it sounds like Dana did, too.”

“But I didn’t do anything!” Turner was looking more horrified by the second. “I was nice to her!”

“You slept with her!”

“No, I didn’t! I didn’t! I slept with Dana!”

“Somebody give me a notebook,” Corinne muttered. “I’m gonna have to start writing this down to keep track. Who’d you sleep with, Turner?”

Anna ignored the interruption and went on in a tone that stung. “Tina wanted to see you again…and Dana did, too, only she didn’t tell me.” She looked at the floor again. “So I snuck Tina out here this weekend—”

“Which is why she’s not on the registry,” Grant observed.

“—but Dana didn’t tell me she was coming, too, as a guest. And Tina…Tina was going to—well, I guess she was going to, what’s the phrase, make a play for you? And Dana…she didn’t like that.”

“So Dana beaned her with a candlestick and threw her into the ocean?” Caro hoped she didn’t look as horrified as she felt. She wanted Anna to keep talking.

“You know how sisters are,” Caro continued dully.

“Sisters?”

“As far back as I can remember, they competed for everything…fought to win everything. Toys. And when they were older, boys. And I guess Dana wasn’t going to let Tina win this time.”

“You mean Dana had a wicked sister?” Turner looked flabbergasted. “Or, wait a minute, Dana was the wicked sister? Christ, how complicated is this going to get?”

“Turner, I don’t think you’ve…” Put it all together, Caro was going to add, but then, she had the benefit of the photo. Anna, standing with her sister, Dana. And someone who looked a lot like Dana.

“But that means…when I slept with Dana, her sister made up her mind to sleep with me, too?” Turner looked horrified. “I wouldn’t have hurt Dana. But she must have thought—”

“And you tried to protect the sister who was still alive, right, Anna?” Corinne prompted.

“I saw it happen…I’d come down to the dining room to see if they wanted to go into town for supper. I was there to hear them fighting, rounded the corner in time to see what happened, but I wasn’t in time to stop it. I’ve—I’ve never been able to stop them.”

“Tina was found naked,” Caro said softly, “because she was going to try to seduce Turner wasn’t she? And that did it. Dana had had enough.”

Anna nodded. “So I told Dana to lock herself in her room and not come out, and I—”

“Made yourself useful, covering up the crime.”

“I didn’t know she’d confessed,” Anna said bitterly. “I thought if I could prevent any of you from finding the body—”

“And not noticing the way Tina looked exactly like Dana,” Caro added dryly.

“—that I could get Dana away before anything—anything happened. But then Turner came snooping around, and none of you would stay in your rooms. And one of you turned out to be a cop, for goodness sake.”

“Ex-cop,” Grant and Corinne said in unison.

Anna raised her head and glared at Turner. “This is all your fault.”

“Uh…” Caro held up a finger. “Actually, I think it might be all Dana’s fault.”

“Dana just wanted something—someone nice for herself, is that such a crime? She doesn’t even think it’s a crime, and if you knew how Tina taunted her…tormented her…all their lives…it’s not really a crime, right? Wanting to be able to hang on to something nice, for once? Wanting something your sister can’t have?”

“No, of course not,” Corinne said, “but murder is.”

“All this,” Caro said, “for a crush? Because Tina pulled one over on Dana, and Dana wanted to get even? That doesn’t make any sense!”

“No,” Anna said. “All this because one of them had to be the winner. All the time.”