CHAPTER 36: SMOKE

Rebecca couldn’t decide if old man Whitmore had a screw or two loose in his head.

“Excuse me?”

His tale sounded like a pirated version of ‘The Man In The Iron Mask’.

Outside, thunder bellowed across the sky and the sound echoed throughout the dimly lit hallway.

The old man could see the disbelief in her eyes, for he frowned in annoyance, “Why did you seek me when you don’t believe in me?”

Rebecca tried to be polite, “But no one’s heard of the twin. I didn’t even know about it until I came across your article. Plus even IF the twin survived, where’s the twin now?”

At this, the old man shrugged, he too found it strange, “I don’t know. Look, I’m telling you what I know. The fact that you came looking for me after doing an article on William Silverman means that you pr