When Clayton returned from putting away the weapon, Ron had Arrin’s briefcase lying open on the kitchen counter and was leafing through the money inside. “Would you look at all this! There must be millions of dranai in here. There’s no doubt he’s the escaped clone bank robber now. We must call the police.”

Clayton snapped the briefcase shut so fast Ron had to quickly pull his hand back to prevent it from being caught inside. He carried the briefcase back to the bedroom with Ron following him.

“Dad, what are you doing?” He watched in dismay as his father shoved the briefcase onto the closet shelf beside the gun. “Didn’t you hear what I said? This man is definitely the fugitive clone who robbed a bank and killed three police officers. We have to turn...

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