The Duality Murders

Jerod Drake blew on his hands, cold from the cell he had just left. He sighed. "I could not have killed Will Hollard. Its impossible." He looked at the ceiling, as if searching for some divine intervention, but finding none. "I could not have killed him, because I am Will Hollard."Well, thought Lev North, I'll give him this much. He's gutsy. "Mr. Drake. I have here" -- he indicated an envelope on the table -- "a driver's license, photos and a host of other articles that tell me you are...
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Jerod Drake blew on his hands, cold from the cell he had just left. He sighed. "I could not have killed Will Hollard. Its impossible." He looked at the ceiling, as if searching for some divine intervention, but finding none. "I could not have killed him, because I am Will Hollard."Well, thought Lev North, I'll give him this much. He's gutsy. "Mr. Drake. I have here" -- he indicated an envelope on the table -- "a driver's license, photos and a host of other articles that tell me you are Jerod Drake. You have Jerod Drake's fingerprints, you have his appearance, and I can bring in a wife and children who would swear you are Jerod Drake. On the other hand, you do not have the fingerprints of Will Hollard, nor do you look very much like him. If you want to go for an insanity defense, that's okay with me -- I can do that. But you don't need to fool me, Mr. Drake. In fact, it would be a very bad idea."Drake stood, and paced back and forth along the table opposite his lawyer. He spoke, slowly and softly. "The only way I can tell this, then, is from the beginning."