Twin Brothers

“That’s good, Ray. Please do that. Make sure she gets whatever she needs and make sure I get the bills. At least there is one thing I know I can help with.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the easy part, Marty. What are we going to do about your brother?”

“Right now the police have him in custody. They said he’ll be spending at least the next couple of days in jail. But this could be attempted murder.”

“I hate to tell you this now but I think you’ve got another issue on your hands.”

“What are you talking about, Ray.”

There was a long silence on the end of the line but I could still hear Ray breathing on the other end.

“Do you remember the girl Joshua had been dating about a year ago? Her name was Molly.”

“Yeah. She is a Canadian model or something, right?”

“Yeah. Well, it turns out that she was a Canadian model.”

“Was?” I asked, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. It couldn’t be this bad.

“I thought, after what happened to Denise to do a little checking. As it turns out Holly never made it back to Canada like she had told her parents she was planning. There is no body. No real, solid evidence but now that we know what he is capable of we might want to cast a bigger net. You catch my meaning?”

“I do, Ray. Thanks for the information.”

“I thought it should come from the inner circle. Not some hack reporter looking for a story or some pity for the poor Joshua Hewitt.”

After feeling that weight settle over my mind I began to strategize what I would be telling the shareholders and executives at the office. It wasn’t my top priority. It was a distraction. For the first time in my life I felt helpless and out of control. There was a rage inside me screaming for my brother’s head and even though I could level some vigilante justice on him like they used to do in the frontier days when everyone carried a gun, a handshake was a contract and horse stealing got you the death penalty, the police of this century wouldn’t let me anywhere near him. So I had to distract myself the only way I knew how. The business.

Yet no matter how hard I tried I kept focusing on Natasha and the scandal of it all.

It was funny how the hospital emergency parking area seemed alive and buzzing just like any office was at eight o’clock in the morning minus the blood. Parking my car I quickly made my way into the emergency entrance practically screaming Natasha’s name.

“Can I help you sir?” asked a stern older woman with bright, unnaturally red hair with red lipstick to match. She wore white pants that hugged her thick thighs and middle while a loose blouse with

red, pink and purple hearts on it lay over her ample bosom. A stethoscope hung like a limp snake around her neck and her name tag read Mary Jean Neilsen, R.N.

“Natasha Morgan? She was brought in just a little bit ago. She had been attacked in her home.” The words sounded so cruel and ugly as I spoke them. Would Mary Jean Neilsen think I was the one responsible for it, Who could blame her if she did. I still had blood all over me.

The older redhead looked at the computer screen in front of her.

“Are you family, sir?”

Taking a deep breath I lied.

“She’s my fiancé.”

Mary Jean looked me up and down then looked back at her screen.

“She’s been transferred to the seventh floor so she and the baby could be monitored overnight. Visiting hours are from seven in the morning to two in the afternoon and then again from five until eight.”

I stood there with my mouth hanging open.

“Did you say baby?”

NATASHA

“What do you think of the name Jerome?” I asked Diamond. Rolling her eyes she shook her head no.

“That sounds like someone who passes out flyers inviting people to come hear him DJ.”