“Olivia? What are you doing calling at this hour? Are you still at the station?”
“No, sir. It may appear that I am being held hostage in my own apartment.”
“What?” came the incredulous reply.
“Finley scot has an identical twin.” That was all he needed, he understood.
“Fuck.” That would be the first time Olivia had ever heard her boss cuss.
In less than fifteen minutes her apartment building was surrounded with flashing lights and what, Olivia presumed, every law enforcement official in Newburgh. With a g*n pressed to her temple, she looked out the living room window at the spectacle below. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. “You realize that these hostage situations end in one of two ways, right? You’re leaving in either handcuffs or a body bag.”
“Neither is an option.” He pus
