Chapter 3

Officer Davis, who’d processed me, looked equally angry. “Sir, you can’t call us incompetent just to frame someone!”

“Good thing our station’s covered in cameras. Look—isn’t this Chloe?”

On the big screen, there I was in my jail uniform, cross-legged on the cot, explaining legal stuff to the woman next door.

The timestamp in the corner matched exactly when Tiffany claimed Mom was killed.

Richard’s video showed me in pink pajamas, looking crazy, shoving Mom at the top of the stairs.

Side by side, the two videos couldn’t have been more different.

One me was talking law in a cell; the other was murdering someone at home.

It was nuts, but it proved I couldn’t be in two places at once.

The crowd went silent, everyone staring at each other confused.

The live stream comments were equally confused:

[Same person in two places?]

[Twins? One in jail, one killing?]

[If not twins, this is straight-up supernatural!]

[But even twins don’t match exactly—look at that birthmark behind the ear!]

Reading the comments, cops started wondering if I had a twin.