"I don't get it," the red headed officer said when the pair got in their patrol car. "For the last four years you and your brother have squared off and yet you've never been able to apprehend him. Why is that?"
"It's like this Lorin," William said, as he turned on the engine. "Me and Robert are twin brothers, and as a result we happen to have that Twinepathy, you know, telepathy for twins. We think the same way. That's why I can figure out how he does his crimes. Conversely, he uses it to figure out how I'll try to capture him and his men. As a result, it's been like a complicated game of chess between me and him."
"Have you ever gotten close to him?" Lorin asked, as William drove their car out of the lot.
"Yeah, dozens of times," William said. "But each time he has a trick up his sleeve, like that helicopter from last night, or something more important comes up, in which someone's life is in danger, and I'm forced to let him get away in order to save that person's life. Funny thing is, he tends to help me out in such situations. Remember that fire at that apartment last month?"
"Yeah," Lorin said. "I remember that. Electrical fire right?"
"That it was," William said. "But there is something that wasn't in the reports, Robert was there. Just as I was opening the last door, a beam fell and would of crushed me, if he and one of his men hadn't been there and held up that beam, giving me enough time to open up the door, enter the room, and get the child that was in it, and get out."
"Sounds like he cares for you on some level," Lorin said.
"Whatever," William said, as the radio came to life.
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