Chapter 2 - Three Reflections
Police arrived eleven minutes later.
Nicole never remembered dialing.
She remembered blue and red lights painting the rain-covered windows. She remembered two officers entering with hands near their holsters. She remembered Daniel—both Daniels—raising their hands at the same moment.
Officer Elena Ruiz stared between them.
“What the hell?”
Her partner, Grant Miller, muttered something Nicole could not hear.
Doorway Daniel spoke first.
“My name is Daniel Anderson. That man is an intruder.”
Upstairs Daniel laughed once without humor.
“My name is Daniel Anderson. He came through the door pretending to be me.”
Ruiz looked toward Nicole.
“Ma’am?”
Nicole stood beside Monica’s face on the phone.
“I don’t know.”
Daniel flinched.
Both of them.
The officers separated them.
Doorway Daniel produced a wallet.
Driver’s license.
Corporate ID.
Two credit cards.
Upstairs Daniel had nothing.
“No wallet?” Miller asked.
“It’s upstairs.”
They searched.
No second wallet existed.
Upstairs Daniel gave Daniel’s Social Security number, date of birth, childhood address, first-grade teacher, current phone passcode and Nicole’s anniversary date.
Doorway Daniel gave identical answers.
Officer Ruiz tried fingerprints through the portable scanner.
Her expression tightened.
“Run them again.”
Miller did.
Same result.
Ruiz looked at Nicole.
“These scanners aren’t designed for this situation.”
“What situation?”
Ruiz lowered her voice.
“Identical prints.”
Daniel heard her.
“That’s impossible.”
Sweater Daniel said, “Apparently not.”
Doorway Daniel lunged toward him.
Miller intercepted him.
“Back up!”
“He’s in my house!”
“And right now,” Ruiz said sharply, “you’re the one creating the disturbance.”
Nicole almost laughed.
It would have become hysterical.
Instead she asked, “Can you arrest one?”
“For what?”
“Trespassing.”
Both Daniels answered together.
“I live here.”
Nicole covered her ears.
“Stop doing that!”
They fell silent.
Ruiz questioned them separately.
Nicole listened from the dining room.
Both knew that Daniel had proposed at Lake Crescent seven years earlier.
Both knew Nicole had dropped the engagement ring between two dock boards and Daniel had spent forty minutes lying on his stomach fishing it out with a coat hanger.
Both knew Monica had called Daniel “Discount Batman” the first Thanksgiving they met because of his black turtleneck.
Both knew Nicole hated lilies because they reminded her of funeral homes.
Then Ruiz asked a question nobody had prepared for.
“What did you argue about this morning?”
Silence.
Doorway Daniel looked toward Nicole.
“Nothing.”
Nicole’s stomach tightened.
Upstairs Daniel closed his eyes.
Ruiz noticed.
“You disagree?”
“There wasn’t an argument,” he said.
“That isn’t what I asked.”
Upstairs Daniel looked at Nicole.
“You asked me why I’d moved forty-two thousand dollars from our joint savings.”
Nicole felt the room tilt.
Doorway Daniel shouted from the hallway.
“That’s a lie!”
Nicole slowly turned.
“What forty-two thousand dollars?”
He froze.
Sweater Daniel looked sick.
“Check the account.”
Nicole opened her banking application.
Their emergency savings balance should have been $86,314.
It was $44,314.
A transfer dated three days earlier showed exactly $42,000 leaving the account.
Recipient:
ANDERSON URBAN RENEWAL HOLDINGS.
Daniel’s company.
Nicole stared at Doorway Daniel.
“What is this?”
“I can explain.”
Her fear sharpened into something cleaner.
Anger.
“You told me the company was stable.”
“It is.”
“You moved forty-two thousand dollars without asking me.”
“It was temporary.”
“You lied.”
The mirror message flashed through her mind.
ONE OF YOU ALREADY LIED.
Sweater Daniel watched her carefully.
Doorway Daniel pointed at him.
“He could’ve done this.”
The other Daniel shook his head.
“The transfer happened three days ago.”
“So?”
“So I didn’t exist three days ago.”
Every person in the room went still.
Ruiz stared at him.
Nicole whispered, “What did you say?”
Sweater Daniel swallowed.
“I don’t know how I know that.”
Doorway Daniel moved backward.
For the first time, Nicole saw genuine terror on his face.
Not anger.
Not confusion.
Recognition.
“You do know,” she said.
“No.”
“You know exactly what he means.”
Daniel looked toward the antique mirror.
The fogged words had vanished.
But a thin crack now crossed the glass.
“Nicole,” he said quietly, “we need to leave this house.”
Officer Ruiz folded her arms.
“That sounds like the first sensible thing anyone has said.”
Monica arrived twenty minutes later.
She burst through the doorway wearing jeans beneath a raincoat, hugged Nicole and refused to acknowledge either Daniel until the police finished.
The officers could not legally determine who was an intruder.
Doorway Daniel had physical identification.
Sweater Daniel did not.
But matching fingerprints made a simple trespass arrest difficult when the unidentified man could demonstrate intimate knowledge of the residence.
Ruiz made a decision.
“Nobody stays here tonight.”
Nicole nodded immediately.
Doorway Daniel protested.
“It’s my property.”
Nicole looked at him.
“Our home.”
Daniel stopped.
Monica whispered, “Come with me.”
Nicole packed one suitcase while Officer Ruiz stood nearby.
As Nicole passed the upstairs landing, Sweater Daniel waited at the far end of the hall under police supervision.
He looked exactly like her husband.
But his eyes were fixed on the mirror downstairs.
“Nicole.”
She stopped.
“What?”
“Don’t let him sell the house.”
Doorway Daniel shouted from below.
“Shut up!”
Nicole turned back toward Sweater Daniel.
“Why would Daniel sell our house?”
He hesitated.
Then he said something that made her blood run cold.
“Because Judith already found a buyer.”
Judith Anderson.
Daniel’s mother.
Nicole had not spoken to her in six weeks.
“What buyer?”
The man lowered his voice.
“The papers are behind the mirror.”
Doorway Daniel raced up the first stair.
Police stopped him.
“No!”
Everyone stared.
Daniel’s panic answered Nicole’s question before he could.
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And her husband desperately did not want her to see it.
