Blaine shot awake when he heard the doorbell ring. For a second he wondered why he wasn’t in bed. Then he realized he must have fallen asleep on the sofa while waiting for Lloyd to get home. Groggily, he went to open the front door.
A man was standing there. He introduced himself as Detective Owen Kemp of the Denver Police Department, showing his identification, then said, “Mr. Blaine Ayers?”
Blaine nodded. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, sir. I’d like to ask you some questions about your brother.”
“Brother?” Blaine shook his head, keeping his expression neutral other than showing a bit of surprise at the detective’s words. “I don’t have a brother.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you. You have a twin who looks exactly like you. One Lloyd Ayers, although the ID he had on him said his name was
