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They came, eventually. Cody knew that they would. There were two of them; they circled around the chair, gawking at Cody. He was scared out of his mind.

"Who are you?" Cody asked, his voice wavering a little. One of the men slapped him across the face. "Never you mind." He said nastily.

Cody cowered and shrank away from the blow.

"You're going to answer some questions." The other man said, holding his own hand up threateningly. "And you'd better answer them right." The man looked so menacing that Cody knew that he would go through with whatever he said.

The young boy gulped as the men shut the door.

Zack was getting so tired of all the same questions. No less then five policemen had asked him the same things; "Where did you last see your brother?" "Do you know if anyone else saw him?" and his favorite, "Are you sure he didn't just wander off?"

Now Zack was sitting outside one of the closed doors. Alone. Nobody had thought to invite him in on the discussions.

Zack was beating himself up. He knew that he shouldn't, that it wasn't his fault what happened to Cody. But he still felt…responsible. He should have stayed with Cody. It was only there first week in Boston.

"Zack?"

Zack looked up when he heard his name. It was the candy counter girl. "I know how you must feel, being left out and everything. You want some company?"

Zack nodded mutely. He was glad that the girl had offered to sit with him.

"He was your twin brother, right?" she asked quietly.

"Is my twin brother." Zack looked at the girl. "But he's more then that. He's my best friend." Tears fell down Zack's cheeks. "And he's gone."


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