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town, and then been beaten up for his pains when a couple of thugs had cornered the two rich youths by the jukebox. He'd jumped in to help them, and his uncanny likeness to his brother had caused some confusion. In the ensuing struggle, Nathan and his companion had gotten away.
    He knew Nathan had recognised him. He'd found out later that Jacob had never hidden the fact that he had a twin. But Nathan hadn't cared what happened to Jake, so long as he wasn't injured. He'd saved his own skin, and that was all he'd cared about then. Hell, it was all he cared about now.
    It was one of those occasions when Jake wondered if he wouldn't have been better off not knowing he had a brother. Although his mother and Fletch had been reconciled before she died, he doubted she'd ever truly forgiven him and Nathan for being born. He'd always reminded her of Jacob—and of the way he'd betrayed her. Her life hadn't been easy before, but it had been a damn sight harder after Fletch found out.
    Nathan combed his hand over his hair and looked up at his brother with cold, accusing eyes. "Okay," he said. "Forget it. Forget I ever came here. Forget I ever asked you for help. It was a crazy notion anyway. We're not really brothers. We just share a likeness, that's all."
    "That's all it means to you, maybe," muttered Jake harshly.
    Right now, he wanted nothing so much as to put this ugly scene behind him. He wasn't totally convinced by Nathan's story, even if his brother's cowardice was plain enough to see. What did Nathan really want, and did he, Jake, really care? It sounded as if his brother's future was as shaky as his marriage.
    "What do you mean?" Nathan demanded now, and Jake winced at the sudden hope that had appeared in his brother's face. For once Nathan wanted a brother, so why did it sound so surreal?
    "Get the case," said Jake at last, telling himself it was the lingering loyalty to his mother's memory that made him say it. He had plenty of free time due to him; hell, he never took a holiday, and he was making no promises. But perhaps there was something he could do to ensure that Caitlin wasn't hurt…

2

    The hospital was teeming with people. Many of the accident victims had been brought to St Anselm's, and the doctors and nurses were working round the clock in an effort to keep up with the load. The lobby resembled nothing so much as a train station, with would-be passengers dashing from desk to desk, desperate for news, desperate for information.
    Caitlin wasn't one of them. She didn't feel like one of them; she didn't look like one of them. The anxiety she could see mirrored in their faces was not her anxiety; the fear that some loved one had perished in the crash was not what had brought her here.
    Yet, as she pushed her way through the press of bodies, she couldn't help an unwilling twinge of concern. Nathan might be all kinds of a bastard, but he was her husband, and for all her avowed indifference, she would not wish to see him dead.
    And he wasn't dead. He was injured, but he wasn't dead. When the authorities had contacted her, to tell her that her husband had been one of the passengers on board the transatlantic flight that had crashed on take-off, they had instantly informed her that Mr Wolfe was one of the survivors. Like many of those who were injured, he had been taken to St Anselm's hospital in New York City, and if she required any further information, Caitlin should contact the hospital direct.
    It had come as a complete shock. Caitlin hadn't even known Nathan was flying back on that plane. He'd left for New York over a week ago, ostensibly to visit his father in Prescott, New Jersey. He hadn't told her why he was going, and she hadn't heard from him since.
    Not that that was unusual. These days, they rarely discussed personal things at all. It was only because her father expected it that they continued to share the same flat. But they had their own lives, their own friends; they might as well have lived apart.
    Caitlin