She rooted around in the backseat, then the trunk. The breath caught in Rebecca’s throat.Pia Jayhawk. Rebecca was sure of it.Her blond hair was cut in an A-line chin-length bob with heavy Louise Brooks bangs. She was dressed all in black, like a New Yorker, and had something resembling a belly dancer’s scarf with beads around her hips. Long metallic earrings dangled from her ears. Each arm sported several bracelets and bangles. She carried what looked like an easel into the house.Everyone said Rebecca looked like her father, that aside from the chestnut brown wavy hair and the light brown eyes and the slightly long nose and the slightly wide mouth, there was something in her expression that reminded everyone of Daniel Strand. She wondered if Pia would recognize her. If she’d look at her and know.Doubtful.It took Rebecca a few minutes to leave the comfort zone of her car. But finally she collected her travel bag and her purse and rang the bell.Joy opened the door a crack. “Remember our deal.”Rebecca nodded, and Joy opened the door wider and gestured her through.
