In the darkness of the park, Adam heard the wail of the ambulances.

  The firefighters’ sirens soon joined the commotion, pleading with pedestrians and drivers to clear the way. Through the trees, he watched them rush by in a caravan—red and yellow lights painting the night as they headed to rescue the crash victims.

  But neither the ambulances, nor the firefighters, nor even the onlookers racing toward the scene, noticed what was happening in the shadows of that small grove.

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  There he was, beside the soldier.

  The man who had dragged him into this madness.

  His own twin brother.

  Both cornered, facing the enemy closing in on them.

  Adam’s bare chest pounded violently. His heart threatened to burst from his mouth.

  The executioner had found them. Their fate was sealed.

  For everything to vanish now, at thirty, just when he had finally reached some sense of fulfillment, was a bitter irony. His only legacy would be the disaster he had brought upon the city—the fire blazing in the distance behind him.

  How had an evening that began so perfectly turned into a nightmare?

  How had they ended up here?

  His mind raced backward in search of answers. And then…