Here's a preview of what I'm working on in Gemini - the 3rd book of my zodiac serial killer series!
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A sign read, "All visitors must ring the bell for admittance."

"Yes," the voice crackled over the speaker.

"I saw your ad," Stormi replied.  She noticed a video camera pointed at the entrance.

When the door buzzed, she pulled it open.  The hallway had arrows on the floor and walls indicating where she was supposed to go.  The building was as dingy as the outside; the air was musty and stale. 

About halfway down the hall was an open-sided structure, much like airport body scanners. Then, the voice crackled over the speaker.

“Follow the arrows.  Step inside, raise your arms above your head, clasp your wrists, and await my instructions.”

Stormi assumed it was a security device and wondered why one was needed.  When she stepped into it, doors closed on all four sides, and green laser lights swirled around her head to her toe in all directions: diagonally, crisscross, top to bottom, and bottom to top as the box was illuminated with a solid green light that slowly moved from the top to the bottom.

The doors opened when the light went off, and she heard the voice.

“Ms. Robertson, please step into the room at the end of the hall.”

Down the hall was a door with a frosted glass window.  Above the door in faded numbers was "2-13."

Stormi heard a click and opened the door.  The sparsely furnished room had a desk, a chair, and a TV monitor.  The TV turned on as the door opened, so Stormi knew it was on a motion sensor.  As she waited for the TV to power up, Stormi stood uneasily, unnerved that whoever this knew who she was.  The screen flickered, and an image appeared.  The man in the image wore an "Anonymous mask."

"Stormi," the man said through a voice scrambler.

"Yes," Stormi responded.

“How is this possible?  My records show that you were killed over a year ago, yet here you are.”

Stormi shuffled uneasily on her feet.

“It’s okay,” Mr. Anonymous said, “Your secret is safe with me.  I could use someone like you.  I’m guessing you’re the stronger of the two of you.  The more ‘outgoing’ and the gamer?”

“Well, I am the more outgoing. It was I who wanted to inquire about the ad.”

Mr. Anonymous was silent for a moment.

“I see.  I will select you for the Game. Your scan shows aptitude in stealth, and your brain function appears adept in planning and carrying out missions or operations. Your circulation system, while not your own, shows potential strength in stressful situations, such as talking to me. Yes, I think you will do just fine.”

“Sir?  May I ask?  How did you know?”

If he was smiling beneath the mask, it didn’t show.

“I know everything.  But since you asked, I can see both of you.  I can see that your sister is still there somewhere, and there is evidence that you and she trade places, although I don’t know yet how this happens. I’m sure you know the saying, ‘Once a twin, always a twin.’  Your fingerprints are your own, so anything left behind will confuse the authorities.”

“What about the Game?”

“Silence!  I will permit you to speak when I am finished.  Do you want to do this or not?”

Stormi broke out in a sweat.

“Yes, sir.”

“Your stress level is still functioning at normal.  That is good.  I know about you and how you framed that CO for the murder of your boyfriend. That will be handy for your assignment. To play the Game, you are to bring me evidence of five kills of random civilians—no homeless or children.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Stormi replied.

"Good.  You have six months to complete the task.  If you do not, you will be terminated.  Untold wealth goes to the winner of the Game."

"Yes, sir.  I understand."

"Dismissed, Ms. Robertson."

The door clicked open.

“Ms. Robertson?”

“Yes?”

“I’m watching you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Then, the TV turned off.

Then she left the building and said nothing until they left the property.

“Something has you upset.  I should drive,” Celest said.

“No, I’m okay.  I need to drive.”

“What happened in there anyway? I couldn’t see or hear.”

Stormi was quiet for a moment.  Then, she took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“He knew.  I don’t know how he knew, but he knew.”

“He knew…what?  Stormi, I’m scared.  What did he know?”

“Well,” she began, then paused.  “He knew I was me, and you were ‘somewhere in ‘here.’