The Imposter's Game

was a carbon cop

shing lights. Th

k, nose buried near the same

The tiny one still tore at

of detachment, watching a

him! The

tarted, a familia

g, I tell you!

ched, his expression un

anicked, babbling wreck. This time, I knew the script. "My car was stol

all about a reckless driver in a red Camaro a

asn't

d. They'd heard t

ith a smartphone. She was animated, point

ask of anxiety. She saw the scene, her eyes dart

hock. The same

oice was bare

let her condemn me wit

me. Someone s

ck at me, confusion warring w

tiple eyewitnesses. And video." He gestured to the offic

sickening footage. A man who looked like me,

his time, meeting Rourke's gaze. My ca

ctly like you

me, yes. B

hed. The memory of her slap from

e finally burst out. "It's you!

a tragedy! But I was home. The car was

ered. "Liar!

was their ally. Panic ha

ledge. I knew this wa

go down witho