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photos had matched.
    Isabelle’s movements over the past five years had been easier to track because of her employment history, but before that, other than an occasional trip to Montreal, they were anyone’s guess. Garrett was counting on at least some of her father’s recent travels reflecting hers, especially around holidays and her birthday. Unfortunately, on her last birthday, she’d been in Bangkok.
    Where her father hadn’t shown.
    He took the slender hand she offered him. “Well, well, Ms. Beausejour.” He skated his eyes over her in a way that would have had his sister slapping him if she’d been here to see, but he was curious to see how she’d react. Maybe simple friendliness was the wrong approach to take with her if he wanted information. “What a pleasant surprise.”
    He meant the bikini, all skinny strings and tiny triangles of turquoise, and she had to know it, but if she did, she didn’t let on.
    “It’s a very small world,” she replied. She turned to Peter. “The children and I were about to go for a swim, but I think they’ve lost interest now. Would you like me to get them dressed?”
    Peter lifted Chelsea, who’d been tugging on one of his fingers, into his arms, and kissed her plump little cheek before answering. “I’ve got some paperwork to do. I bet Uncle Garrett would love to go for a swim with them, though. Wouldn’t he, guys?”
    What Garrett would love more than anything was to spend time alone with Isabelle, figuring out what made her tick, but separating her from the children wasn’t going to be easy. Peter knew that, so he’d handed him an excuse to stay close to her for the afternoon.
    “Just let me go drop off my suitcase upstairs and change into my swim trunks,” Garrett said.
    He went to get his belongings from where he’d left them in the kitchen, then dragged his suitcase up two flights of stairs to the third floor. The Mansfords’ house was a roomy, three-story dwelling on property owned by a third generation family farm in the middle of the province’s largest dairy region. Peter had gone to law school, and then entered politics, while two of his older brothers ran the family business. Cheryl, Garrett’s sister, worked in the nearby city of Halifax as a public defender with one of the law firms.
    The third level of the house had two suites of rooms—one for long-term guests, like Garrett, and the other for any live-in help the Mansfords might hire, such as Isabelle. Each suite had a sitting room, bathroom, tiny kitchenette, and bedroom. The door to Isabelle’s suite was closed.
    He tried the knob. The door wasn’t locked, nor had he expected it to be. He decided to have a quick look inside before she could hide anything she didn’t want him to find. He propped his bag against the wall and opened the door.
    The sitting room was neat and tidy, and identical to the one he’d be occupying, right down to the furnishings. There was a sofa, a flat screen TV, and DVD player. A closed laptop sat charging on the small glass coffee table. Next to it was a dog-eared copy of Anna Karenina . To the right of the room were the kitchenette and bathroom. Straight ahead was the bedroom.
    Garrett poked around. Everything in the suite was neat and tidy. Isabelle didn’t have many possessions, or if she did, she didn’t carry them with her. He found her ancient canvas duffle bag in her closet, the one he’d helped her drag to the airport in Bangkok, along with a few articles of clothing on hangers. In the bathroom, her toiletries lined up neatly on the counter beside the sink. A clear plastic, zippered makeup bag had been tossed carelessly in the cupboard with the towels and spare rolls of toilet paper.
    It was obvious Isabelle wasn’t a hoarder. High maintenance, either. He tried to imagine his sisters surviving for more than a day with so few belongings. This visit, however, wasn’t so much about unraveling secrets by prying into Isabelle’s life as it was to win her