Lately, I’ve had this nagging feeling that someone’s watching me a pair of eyes fixed on my back. But


    every time I whirl around, there’s nothing there.


    Just the other day, as I was getting into my car, I overheard Dexter’s assistant murmuring into his ear.


    “Everything on Foebe Larson.


    It was crystal clear: Dexter was digging into Foebe Larson’s life.


    He suspected I was Phoebe, but that was all it was suspicion.


    The man was too full of himself to admit he could’ve been responsible for Phoebe’s demise. He was on


    the hunt for someone–anyone–who could be a stand–in for her, just to make his presence felt.


    “Foebe used to be so meek andpliant, then she suddenly turned tough,” the assistant whispered.


    “I wonder if it’s because she married into the Langley family and got a powerful. backing.”


    Dexter remained silent, his gaze lingered on me as I walked away.


    “To Sea City Hospital please.” I said.


    Ste and I had agreed to meet by the hospital’s entrance. By the time I got there, Ste was already


    waiting.


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    “Sorry, got held up.” I said with an apologetic smile.


    “You’re still not getting it quite right. Phoebe wouldn’t be so formal with me.” Ste said with a cold


    voice, leading me inside. “She’d just say, ‘Sorry I’mte, let’s go grab a burger.“”


    “Sorry I’mte, let’s go grab a burger,” I echoed with Ste in unison.


    She paused, her gazeplex as she looked at me.


    I just smiled, saying nothing else.


    “Even if you nail the imitation, you’re still just a pale copy.” Ste warned as we walked on.


    Melody was now under major police protection and surveince, which meant eded an escort to


    see her.


    I hadn’t a clue why Melody wanted to meet, but I was certain it wasn’t to wish me well.


    “Foebe,” she greeted me from her hospital bed, looking as fragile as a porcin doll in her patient’s


    gown.


    Thest time I saw her here, she was falsely using me of pushing her down the stairs.


    The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on me how the tables had turned.


    –


    10:53


    “What do you want? Lasked, my voice heavy.


    Melody nced at Ste instinctively and hesitated.


    Ste nodded. “Til step out. You talk,”


    Frowned, puzzled by Melody’s insistence on privacy.


    Once we were alone, Melody’s voice dropped to a frantic whisper, “I did everything you told me hot You


    asked me to lure Phoebe out on the 15th, and I did. You promised it’d be foolproof. Now Dexter’s onto


    us and what am I supposed to do?”


    I tell a chill as I looked at her warily.


    Was she setting me up?


    “Ah, so now you want to pin all the me for hurting Phoebe on me? I’m not taking that fall,” I said with


    a warning edge. “I thought you were more capable than this, Melody. ying these me games,


    huh?”


    Melody’s brow furrowed in confusion, “What are you talking about? Are you denying it now? It was you


    who told me to set up Phoebe, and it was you who wanted updates on her every move and had me


    record her speech patterns and mannerisms to send to you. Aren’t you the one who’s been


    impersonating her? Don’t tell me that you think you’re her now after doing the impersonation for so


    long.”


    I looked at Melody as my suspicions grew. I didn’t know if there was really a deal between Foebe and


    Melody.


    “I’ve been sending you, Phoebe’s details and her pictures, and you promised she’d vanish for good I


    have all the records here,” Melody said, waving her phone. “Let me tell you, if Dexter makes my life


    difficult. I won’t make yours any easier. I’ll tell the cops you’re the one pulling the strings.”


    Rooted to the spot, I felt a wave of panic wash over me.


    What the hell was Foebe up to? Impersonating me?