Chapter Twenty-Two
“It appears that way, otherwise Dolby was Clark’s twin. And frankly, that would be too much of a coincidence,” Abe replied. I winced at the thought. Way too much of a coincidence.
I looked at the photo in my hands, at the faces smiling back at me. “Which one is he?” I asked.
“Third from the right,” Elijah offered tersely.
Winslow Clark/Tanner Dolby was surprisingly attractive—a pretty-boy type you’d expect to see in a Calvin Klein ad—with artfully-tousled surfer hair and deep-blue eyes that crinkled ever-so-slightly at the corners when he smiled. His teeth were brilliantly white—of the toothpaste commercial variety—which annoyingly, only enhanced his chiseled good looks. I pegged him for my age, but he could have easily gone five years either way. The only flaw in hi
