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I picked up the handset nervously. “Hello?”

“Who is this?”

“Josh, Josh Benson,” I replied.

There was silence on the line for a few seconds. “Josh?” Her voice sounded tentative.

“Yes. Is this Debbie?”

“You don’t recognize me?”

I didn’t lie. “No. It’s been a really long time.”

“I don’t remember your voice either.” That was a bad sign.

“We were both kids,” I said.

Dempsey looked worried and wrote a word on the pad in front of him, which he held up.Meeting.

“How do I know it’s you?” she asked, fear lacing her voice.

“I was told you asked for me by name, so I’m here, just like I was for you before.”

Adam slid me a note—convince her.

She was silent as I wracked my brain for something that would make her trust me. “We’re twinsies, remember?”

“Right,” she answered. “Where is yours?”

“Back of my neck, just like you.” We’d thought it was the coolest thing ever that we both had small birthmarks on the back of our necks.

She didn’t say anything to that.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked. “I hear you might be in a little trouble.”

She snorted a laugh. “A little?”

Dempsey motioned for me to keep her talking.

“Isn’t that why you’re calling?” I asked.

“I guess. I want to help.”

“How can you help?”

“But how do I know you’re Josh?”

I had to get her past that. “Ask me a question I should know.”

She sighed. “I don’t know,” she whined. “I thought I’d remember your voice.”

This wasn’t going well, and it was time for a decision. “You can reach out to me by email if that’s easier. My email’s listed on the Benson Corp. website.”

Dempsey’s face darkened, and he wrote out a quick note—keep her talking. Then he pointed to the other one again—meeting.

“Do you ever hear the roar at night?” she asked.

I shivered as that terrible day came back to me in a rush. “Not in a long time,” I answered truthfully. The nightmares had stopped years ago.

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