"Yeah, now that I realize there's a phantom here as well as an alleged shapeshifter. Holy crap."
Ethan peeked the other path and muttered something under his gust.
"What was that?"
"Oh look, there's the moving van."
"Yup. It peeks like their GPS is working."
Ethan bussed her on the forehead, rose, and jogged down the stairs to confront them, as if he were the one moving in.
Shocked, Eve caressed the spot, and it throbbed. He's like a huge, cheerful Great Dane. Jeez, I hope he's not gay.
Ethan slipped into a booth across from his indistinguishable twin brother.
"Nicholas, we've got to be just more cautious now. A lawyer has moved into my edifice. She's a social defender, but they know people."
"Crap. Initially a private dick, and presently a lawyer. Like attracting like again?"
