I backed into the hallway, keeping the bat raised, my heart pounding so hard it drowned out everything else.
I led him into the living room.
“Stop,” I said.
He did.
Up close, it was even worse.
Same face.
Same features.
Same everything.
“You have five seconds to explain why you were in my house pretending to be my dead husband.”
He swallowed.
“My name is Derrick,continue reading …
