Even in death, Clare and I had been interchangeable. “Did you tell him she had a twin?”

“No. I didn’t want him coming after you.”

And in the end, he’d found me. Had that been karma or just my great luck? I refused to dwell as I searched his gaze for any sign of remorse. I saw none. If anything, he seemed relieved to share the grim details he’d carried for thirteen years. “Where’s David been all this time?”

“New York. Had the good sense to stay away. But then there was a bit of trouble in the Big Apple, and he came down here, thinking if he were near me, I’d keep him out of trouble like a good brother would. He was looking me up at J.J.’s Pub when he saw your flyer. I didn’t know he was here until I saw him at your birthday party.”

“Brit said David had a brother.”

He grinned. “He was talking about me. We used to joke at juvie that we should have been related by blood.”

My brain was a computer on information overload. “Did he cause my accident?”

“He did. Your memory loss bought me some time, but I knew eventually he was going to lose control again, or you’d figure it out. You’re too sharp, too focused, these days to be ignored. And those pictures you took of the river. Those are the images of a woman on a mission.”

“Did you break into my apartment?”

“No. But that sounds like classic David. Bet he got a copy of your key from Brit.” The chill behind the smile was frightening.

“That’s why David let me leave,” I said. “He heard Jo-Jo’s name and knew you had to be near.”

He shrugged. “I’m the fixer.”

“I told Richards about David.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Richards will have to look into David after today.”

“David will tell the cops you helped him dispose of Clare’s body.”

“Even if he does, he can’t prove anything. Sure, we were in juvie for a couple of months years ago, but that interaction doesn’t equal murder.” He looked toward my bookshelf, where I’d hidden a camera. “Have you figured out that I cut the Wi-Fi to the apartment? No surveillance cameras are working, so again it’s your word against mine now.”

I was amazed how calm we both sounded. No tears. No shouting. Just a reasonable conversation. It was unreal. As I glanced at the shot glasses, I knew this wasn’t going to end well. Had he also spiked the tequila?