Ryan was pale and sweating, jumping at every sound.


    "Ryan Atkinson?" Debra asked, stepping up.


    He nodded frantically, then backtracked. "Y-Yes... No, I''m not. Please don''t kill me."


    Debra nced at a guard. "No one else here?"


    "Nope."


    She didn''t waste time. "Take them both."


    "Yes, ma''am."


    "Don''t kill me, please." Ryan trembled as they dragged him off.


    Back at the Lowe Mansion, the guards shoved both guys to the floor.


    Debra grabbed a fruit knife from the table and shed Troy''s face. His scream pierced the room. She frowned, and a guard stuffed a rag in his mouth.


    She tossed the knife aside and turned to Ryan. "You go first. Give me a quick intro."


    "W-What intro?" Ryan stammered, dumbfounded.


    "Just do it!" a guard barked.


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    "Stop," Debra cut in, frowning. "Who asked for that?"


    He blinked, lost.


    "Is Kurtis your dad?"


    "Y-Yes..."


    "Is he dead?"


    "I-I don''t know."


    He''de home, got knocked out, and woke up to this. The rest was beyond his knowledge.


    Debra nodded and turned back to Troy, whose pain had dulled. "Take the rag out."


    The guard yanked it free. Blood streaked down Troy''s face.


    "Don''t me me for being harsh," she said. "Just making it easy to tell you two apart. You had a decent face before. Why''d you pick this one to copy?"


    Ryan blinked, catching on to the implication.


    She ignored him. "So, what''s the Illuminati trying to pull through you? Spill it."


    Troy''s face paled, but he ground his teeth. "I''d never betray them. Kill me."


    "I won''t kill you," Debra said, propping her chin. "But if you don''t talk, I''ll kill him. How''s that?"


    Ryan''s face twisted. "What? I''m a victim. I''ve got nothing to do with this."