His name was Max. He was a was a well-known fashion photographer. Maybe too known. A couple of days ago he was stabbed with scissors in this studio. The murder happenned out of nowhere ….It surely gave everyone cold feet, as a hint that everybody will be under suspicion sooner or later. The ex-wife, the nanny, the servants and infatuated models.The bell rang. Into a house, that would be called the house of sorrow, entered a visitor. After hearing the doorbell, the nanny hurried downstairs to see if it was the detective. As she observed the unexpected guest, her heart stopped for a second: Tall and charismatic.
Dark brown hair, almond eyes and full lips. He was almost an exact copy of the victim!
- Hello, I heard that Max was murdered...So I came at a moment's notice. Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself- I'm Sam Max's beloved brother.
Everybody stood still, astound by the news.
- So, will you entertain the guest?
In a couple of minutes, unwelcomed Sam was enjoying a leisurly drink. Everyone was even afraid to ask him something.
How did he find out? Why did Max never mentioned that he had a brother? Was this even true?
The nanny sat across on the wide yellow couch and slowly inspected him. He was very charming, but her gut was telling her that something was very wrong here.
-So, Sam. You should be in pain right now...If all of the staff is mourning, then I can imagine how you're feeling.
- Uhuh.." - and he slowly sipped his drink.
- Were you close with your brother?
- I wouldn't say we were the closest buddies. But we sure had some fun in the past.
And the memories flashed as a lightning through this mind. He remembered every small detail. The fact of being always worse than his twin brother. The feeling of being a fifth wheel in the family.
The perpetual contest. Their childhood years could be easily described as a battle of egos. He always tried too hard, but was never good enough.
Max always did well at school, he was always a faster runner, a better soccer player. A guy, whom girls liked the most. And he felt like he would never encounter his level. No matter how vigorously he tried.
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