“Blaine Ayers. He and I have worked together for the last six months so I should know what I’m talking about.” She had studied Lloyd, then said, “If you aren’t Blaine, you’re his doppelganger.”
Lloyd had chuckled, promising her he wasn’t her friend—even going so far as to show her his driver’s license to prove it. She and her husband had finally left, although it was obvious she didn’t know whether to believe him or not.
“So, you have a twin?” his friend had asked.
“Not that I know of, but…” Lloyd had wondered if it was possible. He’d been abandoned at a Safe Haven fire department in New York City when he was only days old and had spent the next eighteen years bouncing from foster home to foster home—some good, some not. Always, he’d felt like an outsider. A cash cow for the people who had fostered him.