Chapter Four
Once I had absorbed the initial shock that Martin Singer was even alive, the hair on the back of my neck bristled at his brazen announcement.
“My biological father,” I clarified. If the distinction bothered him, he gave no indication. “Yes, I’ve known about our…connection for a few months now, since the death of my twin sister—your other daughter—surely you heard about her murder?”
Martin bowed his head and said nothing but kept his eyes focused on me. I had the benefit of sunglasses and utilized them to their full advantage to observe him as well. The family resemblance was uncanny, especially around the mouth and nose and the way his eyebrows rose and fell when surprised.
“You look so much like her,” he whispered. I nodded, knowing he was referencing Alison Anders, the w
