“Have you picked someone?” Blaine asked Lloyd one night, two weeks after the murder of Ms. Hawthorne. His twin had come home well after eleven, telling Blaine he’d had to work late. Blaine had the feeling there was more to it than that. He was well aware his twin was restless as his need to kill again began to overtake him.
“I think so,” Lloyd replied. “There’s a man I saw on the bus when I was on my way home from work tonight who reminds me very much of our father, from the photos you’ve shown me of him. I followed him home. He lives in an older house a few blocks east of Colorado.”
Despite the fact that, to all intents and purposes Blaine was the only one who lived in the condo, they both had jobs. Lloyd’s was downtown, while Blaine’s was at the Tech Center on the west side of the city
