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As a police officer, I was suddenly informed that my twin sister, Emily Green, had been brutally dismembered. Outside the morgue, Emily's kind and gentle fiancé, Leon Graves, a psychiatrist, was crying so hard. He gripped my hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his voice trembling with despair as he said, "The forensic pathologist said Emily wrote 'Bob Cooper' in blood on the floor before she died. It must have been him who killed her." I froze right where I stood. A chill shot straight up my spine. Emily and I were each other's only flesh and blood. We were thrashed as kids. "Bob Cooper" was the secret SOS we came up with back then. It meant the guy who killed her was a total psycho, and I had to stay hidden no matter what. And right now, that man, the one who'd never even raised his voice at Emily, the guy who always had that gentle smile, was staring me down.