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On one  level  Roddy  felt  relief. His duty  to  notify  the next-of-kin had been mooted. But Robyn had stated  things she should not yet know. "You dont seem to be too upset about it," Roddy said, taking a small notebook  and pen out of  his jacket liner. The sympathetic bearer of bad news was a detective again. "When did you know your sister was dead, Miss Zinter? Did an old Indian fellow pay you a visit today?"

"Call me Robyn, please," she  said. "One name. Robyn. Not Miss Zinter. Nobody  else has  visited me today,  Sheriff. I  find it difficult to say  how I knew she  died. If I tell  you the truth you will probably think I'm a little crazy."

Roddy said, 'Robyn, this is a murder investigation  so I exhort you to hold to the thought that whatever you tell me must always be the truth. As for believing you  are insane,  frankly, I'm already having  trouble with  your attitude  toward the  news of your twin sister's murder."

"Sheriff, have you  ever  heard those  stories about  identical twins who seem to have a  link that defies any explanatio? Twins who were separated  at birth? They never met, yet  they they led lives  with coincidence  piled upon  coincidence, with  the same type of job, and even the same type of spouse."

"And the same type of horns, Robyn? Are you Begotten, or Made?"

"Made. Same way. I hated the idea of people telling us apart."

"Are you telling me you  have some kind  of radio in  your head that let you know what was  happening to your sister? Because if that's what you're saying, I wouldn't believe you were insane. I would run you in to the station for knowing material facts about this case with no plausible explanation why."

"Sheriff, there's no need  to do  that. I'm  going to  give you three tips that will break this case wide open for you in record time. If  they don't pan out,  I'll still be right  here because this is where I live. Then you can do what you will."

"I'm listening."

She held out a pinky. "One, the murder weapon was from  a set that is now missing one knife." She held a finger with a wedding ring. "Two, tomorrow is trash  day." She held out  her middle finger. "Three, someone clever enough to make this bigger than a local case is too  clever to  get his own  hands dirty,  but he might have a willing sidekick who is not quite so clever."