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mansion at about seven a.m. the following morning, waking the twins who had slept there with the remains of their victims. They had slept so soundly that they couldn’t tell if the phone had rung once or twenty times. Opening their eyes, they saw the previous night’s carnage, which was brought to bear by the power of their will. A wry smile appeared when they saw body parts that had been thrown against the bloodstained walls.
    Alex and Sam pulled the linen from the bed and negotiated the room as if they were walking through a minefield, avoiding the pools of blood. They were hungry and decided to have some breakfast before they wiped the place clean. Their nonstop flight to Washington, D.C. was scheduled to depart at one p.m. Los Angeles International Airport was only forty-five minutes away, giving them plenty of time.
    While the linen splashed and twisted in the washer, the twins made pancakes, sausage, eggs, and hash browns. Alex turned on the nine-inch color television that hung over the refrigerator. They wanted to know what, if anything, the police had found out about the murders of Warden Louis Perkins and his wife, Kathy. They, too, had read the article in the previous day’s
USA Today.
But either they had missed the story, or CNN hadn’t bothered to cover it.
    Sam took a sip of coffee and asked, “You think the police found the maid yet?”
    Two days ago, the twins had forced their way into Philip and LindaHouston’s home on Wildwood Drive. They were a young couple who, luckily for them, had taken a cruise to Alaska.
    â€œWho knows?” Alex asked. “Turn on the morning news. Maybe we can find out something.”
    Sam pointed the remote control at the television and changed the channel. A local NBC affiliate was giving a report from the house on Wildwood Drive. A young female was standing in front of the home in the darkness with bright lights being shone on her. Evidently, the report had been given the previous night at eleven. According to the reporter, the Houston family returned and discovered the maid with a butcher knife buried in her chest. The reporter went on to say that the Houstons’ yellow Hummer had been stolen.
    â€œGuess we gotta get a new ride to the airport, Sam,” Alex said.
    â€œYeah. That’s fine. I wanted to drive the Diablo anyway.”
    Alex tossed the linen in the dryer after they finished eating and washed the dishes. The telephone on the kitchen counter rang loudly. After six rings, the answering machine played a recording. Then the voice of a child could be heard. Alex looked at the caller ID. The call was coming from Sandra Rhodes’ home.
    â€œMrs. Connelly, this is Brett Rhodes Jr. I’m calling to remind my mother that I have a gymnastics class at ten o’clock. I called earlier but no one answered. It’s eight o’clock. If she doesn’t call by nine, I’ll ride my bike down there and wake you guys up. Bye.”
    â€œToo bad, kid,” Sam began. “Your mother won’t be waking up ever again.”
    â€œSam, we gotta get outta here—now!” Alex said. “We can’t let her kid find her like that; no matter how we feel about them.”
    â€œWhat do you propose we do, take the kid to gymnastics for her?” Sam asked.
    â€œNo, we clean this place up, call 911 on our way out, and get to the airport before the shit hits the fan. We have more people to see. We must stay on schedule; otherwise our plans may be interrupted prematurely.”
    â€œAgreed,” Sam said. “Let’s wipe the kitchen down and go.”
    The twins dialed 911 and left the phone off the hook. Then they got into the Diablo and headed for LAX.

CHAPTER 18
    The first-class passengers of flight 1131 were being told to board the Boeing 747. The twins walked to the tunneled entrance where the United Airlines attendant checked their tickets. As they stood in line, they thought they saw a familiar figure.