“That wasn’t mine.” He chuckles. “It was wearing my clothes, sure. But it wasn’t me. Can you guess who it was?” The twinge returns, sharper. I frown into his jacket. “That was Brian Hernandez,” he answers when I don’t. One of his hands rubs at my back, encouraging. “We look a lot alike, don’t we?”
Yep as i guessed. Cuz there was still a missing head and torso
