“Please make yourself at home,” Blaine said sarcastically when they were in the living room. Detective Kemp sat in one of the armchairs, Blaine settled on the sofa, then smiled guiltily. “All right, I lied. Lloyd is my brother, my twin.” He frowned suddenly, trying to seem panic-stricken. “Has he been in an accident? Is that why you’re here? Where is he? What hospital? I need to go see him.How badly hurt is he?”
“No, he hasn’t been in an accident,” the detective replied. “He was arrested tonight for attempted murder. He will also be charged in the murders of at least seven other men.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Blaine said, looking horrified. “Lloyd? No way. Okay, he can be a bit wild. I’ll admit that. I think it’s because of the way he grew up. But murder? No.”
“From the way you phrased that, it sounds as if the two of you didn’t grow up together.”