Months later, in a strange twist of fate, he had been prowling the streets of New York, seeking out a new victim in an attempt to drive out the furies that plagued him, when he saw Denise, who was the virtual spitting image of Cheryl. Except for the hair (Cheryl was a brunette) and a slight difference in height (Denise was taller), they could be twins. Cheryl was actually the older of the two by a year and they were as close as sisters of similar ages could be. Of the two, Cheryl was the more introspective, a dreamer. Denise was a woman of action, decisive, strong. But that strength had not saved her when the Turk followed her back to Cheryl’s abandoned apartment to make her his prisoner.
The Turk did not know whether he should hate or treasure Cheryl’s doppelganger. He had believed that
