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Chapters (41)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. Start Reading
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Acknowledgments
  41. About the Author

Angela shakes her head, then drops back down. “The police already know about the brothel. Mathieu said some of them are patrons, and it’s only the Pollyanna cops they worry about. I need to get out of here. I can’t stay in this country one second longer. Besides, I killed Seb. I did the actual act, and the police must think I’m involved in Manu’s murder, given my history with her—just like Seb wanted. It looks like a pattern. I can’t risk it.” She comes to my side where I continue to stand in the middle of the hub.

Imagine me, reluctant to leave underground.

“Shay, I don’t know if you ever liked being a twin.” She waves off my protests. “But I think you like being a sister. Do this for me, please. Trust me, as your sister. Leaving is the best solution for you and for me. It’s time to go.” She lifts her hands, palms up. The yellow track lighting is nonexistent here, but the flashlight shows that blood stains her palms. The pair of us will never make it through the airport. Identical twins, filthy and bloody—we’ll have all eyes on us from the moment we hobble through the doors of Charles de Gaulle.

I take her hands and cringe at their slippery feel. “Angela, I love being your sister and your twin, always have. Even if I showed it in different ways. I’m sorry I failed you over the last few years, after Mom and Dad died, and the last week. But that changes now. You’re taking the plane ticket and my passport. I’ll stay behind to make sure the police know everything they need, and to tell them you did what you did in self-defense. I choose you this time, Gel.”

Angela’s face goes slack. “Sh—Shayna, no,” she stammers. “No, we’re going together. I can’t leave you.”

Maybe Nour will visit me in jail. Or Valentin will sneak me croissants. “I’ll be fine. It can’t take more than a week to sort through everything. I’ll be back home before you’re unpacked.” I dig into my messenger bag for my passport and hand it to her.

“We’re going together.” She pushes it back. “I can’t take that.”

“It’s our best shot. There’s no way we can both get out on one passport, and any kind of damage to a passport invalidates it—yours won’t work. You’ve served enough time down here.”