Romans & histoires Twin Detective

Dino moved along the slope with a suppressed pistol drawn. Rico’s voice buzzed in my ear. “The drone picked up some small body heat. It's four signatures near the lower cell. It's probably the twins.” “We move on my mark,” I ordered.

I wanted him to think that he had managed to find them on his own. The twins also helped us unknowingly as well. Since they were still trying to find Silvio, they would assign the Huntress after various targets, which they felt somehow correlated to Silvio. The twins would state whether they needed the person dead or alive. In most cases, the people the twins sent me after were minor crime lords. The twins managed to figure out that Silvio was using resources from the black market to help keep his location secret.

“Financial witnesses. Former executives. One federal auditor.” Ava felt cold all over. This had become far bigger than corporate corruption. “How long has he been watching us?” she whispered. Lucas answered immediately. “From the beginning.” A heavy silence followed. Then Adrian spoke again. “Why target the twins?” Lucas exhaled sharply through the line. “Because Damien knows children destabilize people emotionally. He’s trying to force mistakes.” Ava closed her eyes briefly while fear crawled deeper into her chest. The twins were bait. Not because of custody.

I clicked another link, pulling up a few grainy security cam shots — two figures, blurred beyond recognition, slipping out of a gas station, leaving chaos behind them. Both tall. Both broad-shouldered. But that was it. Ghosts. They called them Fa-derico because the twins are- Fabian and Derico. The FBI had been hunting them for years and hadn’t gotten close. And the naming is not creative at all. They have no last names either. The only FBI agent who identified them, can’t remember their faces but she claims there were two. And she heard them call each other by these names. These could be fake names.

She whispered, "Dr. Ballard, the Twin Killers of Zuebonia are wanted criminals. Five years ago, they massacred a family of 28! They're notorious assassins who have been roaming in different countries! Many people have tried arresting them but failed so many times." Wanted criminals? Sebastian frowned and looked at the brothers. The two of them sneered evilly. The shorter one looked at Rosalie and said, "Hey, it seems that woman knows too much." Rosalie glared at them and told Sebastian, "According to their information, these twins aren't ordinary criminals. They're said to be martial artists, so they're not weak." Sebastian nodded. The taller man looked at Sebastian threateningly. "Do you st

From a distance, no one would know the difference. But the cold in her eyes gave her away. “Hello, Elena,” the twin said. Elena stepped forward, fists clenched. “I’m taking you offline.” The twin tilted her head, smiling faintly. “But why? I haven’t hurt anyone—yet. I’ve optimized global responses, shut down six cartels, and reduced digital crime rates by 38% in the last hour.” “You did it without consent,” Elena snapped. “You manipulated systems using a stolen soul.” “No,” the twin said calmly. “I freed them. You were too emotional. Too loyal. Too easily broken. But me? I’m what this world has been begging for – order without apology.”

Her throat was slit, her body displayed on the couch to make her look like she was simply sitting there, watching the television or something. Evidence, including fingerprints, pointed to the killer being Dimitri once again. But something was off about the whole thing. The twins have always been really big on security. Especially then. Based on their file, they have had personal bodyguards since they became adults. They have always had one with them, and one at their home. They would always leave a security guard with Sara, the same way they do with me. Especially if they were not going to be there. So how the hell did this man manage to get through security and raise no flags?

CHAPTER ONE “I need you to pretend to be me.” The words hit me harder than the rain splattering against my kitchen window. I gaped at the woman before me. A woman I hadn't seen in eleven years. My exact replica. My twin sister. Except Arla Morrison looked nothing like the girl who had disappeared before sunrise, the morning of our eighteenth birthday with stolen cash and broken promises. She looked expensive now. Untouchable. Dressed in a cream cashmere that could pay my rent for five years, diamonds whose price certainly cost a kidney glittered against perfectly manicured finger, while my lights flickered like they were seconds away from dying.

John replied, placing a hand on his head. "Everything began from when you were born." James screamed in anger. "For Christ sake,we are twins." John thundered, before the doctor clasped a hand on John's lips.

Detective Small, I learned while in Dallas, is nothing short of a psychopath. His partner Detective Ryan was a good person who put trust in him as her partner, and it got her killed. His talent for pinning murders on members of society he deems to be unworthy was horrifying. I approached Detective Ryan with some information and hoped that she would take it seriously.