"Did he talk about the case at home?" I asked.

"Not especially. He told me about cases from time to time. This one didn't seem that different except for what happened to her. He told me what the killer did to her. He told me how he had to look at her. After, I mean. I know it bothered him but a lot of things bothered him. A lot of cases. He didn't want anybody to get away. He always said that."

"But this time he went to see that doctor."

"He'd had dreams and I told him he should go. I made him go."

"What were the dreams?"

"That he was there. You know, when it happened to her.

He dreamed he saw it but couldn't do anything to stop it." Her comment made me think of another death a long time ago. Sarah. Falling through the ice. I remembered the helpless feeling of watching and being unable to do anything. I looked at Riley.

"You know why Sean went up there?"

"No."

"Was it because of Sarah?"

"I said I don't know."

"That was before we knew you. But that was where she died. An accident..."

"I know, Jack. But I don't know what it had to do with anything. Not now." I didn't, either. h was one of many confusing thoughts but I couldn't let it go.

Before heading back to Denver I drove over to the cemetery. I don't know what I was doing. It was dark and there had been two snows since the funeral. It took me fifteen minutes just to find the spot where Sean was in the ground.

There was no stone yet. I found it by finding the one next to it. My sister's.

On Sean's there were a couple of pots of fi-ozen flowers and a plastic sign sticking out of the snow with his name on it. There were no flowers on Sarah's. I looked at Sean's spot for a while. It was a clear night and the moonlight was enough for me to see. My breath came out in clouds.

"How come, Sean?" I asked out loud. "How come?" I re what I was doing and looked around. I was the only one in the cemetery. The only one alive. I thought about what Riley had said about Sean not wanting anybody to get away. And I thought about how I didn't even care about such things, as long as it made a good thirty-inch story. How had we separated so completely? My brother and I. My twin. I didn't know. It just made me feel sad.

Made me feel like maybe the wrong one was in the ground.

I remembered what Wexler had said that first night when they came for me and told me about my brother. He talked about all the shit coming down the pipe finally being too much for Sean. I still didn't believe it. But I had to believe something. I thought of Riley and the pictures of Theresa L4ofton. And I thought of my sister slipping through the ice.