“You’ve seen my apartment,” Blaine had said. “It’s way large enough for two people. The guest bedroom, which I never use, can be yours. I promise I’m not hard to live with.” He’d chuckled. “You can ask my last girlfriend for a reference.”
Lloyd hadn’t, of course, but he did start looking for work in Chicago—and was hired by a small marketing firm two weeks later. By the end of the month he was happily ensconced in Blaine’s apartment. A year later, Blaine had accepted the job in Denver and they’d moved into the condo he’d purchased—and begun their killing spree.
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“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.