Page 69 of My Twin Sister

Frank worked at the school during that time.

Tara. She’s in one of the pictures and she was terrified to talk to me about it. Why would she have come to the funeral and hugged me and my sister if our father abused her back in high school? It’s not to say it’s impossible. Just something to think about.

Morgan died at the beach. The police did a half-assed investigation and chalked it up to a drug-induced swim gone wrong.

Brooke was killed on the beach after asking questions that made Frank look bad.

The Raven PD has been known to tamper with evidence and do other shady things.

It’s a lot to know for me, but to the FBI, a lot of it would be circumstantial. It wouldn’t be enough to get him locked up. But is that the goal? Was it ever?

No.

If Frank is who I think he is, he’s hurt more than just me. He did this to numerous girls and someone like that doesn’t deserve air in his lungs. He definitely doesn’t deserve the chance to be released. And all too often, that’s exactly what happens.

No. Frank deserves to die. And who better to do it than the girl he thought drowned?

But I need to make sure. I can’t be loose with my evidence. I know my biases, and I can’t let them cloud my judgment. If I get caught, it’s likely life in prison. That kind of consequence requires certainty.

I finally pick my head up from my manic bedroom investigation and see that it’s five o’clock in the morning. I scan the wall where I taped printed pictures and things I wrote to better see everything all together. It’s a typical murder board. All I’m missing are the yarn strings.

I know the next thing I need to do. I just have to figure out how to make it happen. No sooner do I have the thought than I have a possible solution. I need both Frank and Tina out of their home, and I need to know where they are.

The solution is another dinner party. But I can’t have them here. I don’t want Frank inside this house. I’ll have to convince Geny to let me host a dinner at her house. And then I’ll have to make sure Frank and Tina come. But that isn’t straightforward. I don’t want any added stress on Geny right now. I don’t want to send her spiraling. And I don’t trust Frank around her. He could have heard her the other night.

I’m thin on options. I think through it for a minute and decide it’s a risk I have to take, but one I can try my best to mitigate. Wyatt will be there with Geny to keep an eye on her and, more importantly, on Frank.

I call Geny. She picks up on the first ring.

“Is everything okay?” she asks instead of hello.

“Everything is fine.” I laugh. “Relax.”

“Sorry. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, Geny. I just wanted to ask you something—”

“What?”

“I want to host a dinner. For you, Wyatt, and the boys, and for Frank and Tina.”

She’s quiet. Did we get disconnected? Did she hang up? I feel so guilty using her for my plan against Frank under the guise of a gesture for her that I almost take it back. Then she answers.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. As a thank-you. As a nice way to reconnect and smooth over some of the awkwardness lately. I know Frank has been getting raked over the coals about my death. I just want to let him know I don’t blame him.”

The words burn my throat, but they sound convincing enough. I have an answer prepared if she suggests having it here at Mom and Dad’s. But she doesn’t suggest it. I knew she wouldn’t. She doesn’t like being here. She’d rather be at home.

“Sure. I guess that’s okay.”

“Great,” I say quickly before she can change her mind. “You don’t have to do a single thing, okay? I got it all covered.”

“Okay, but—”

“I’ll invite the Gibbses. It’ll be at seven. I’ll do cleanup and everything. I don’t want it to be a hindrance on you at all.”

Geny sighs, but she says okay again.