Copeland, Idaho never knew why.
Cecile was stumped. She struggled to understand why she hadn’t been able to turn them against each other, why one brother hadn’t killed the other.
This was hardly a longshot. Brothers had been killing each other forever.
If Romulus killed his brother Remus over an argument about where to build Rome, why couldn’t Miguel Gutierrez kill his brother Balbino over the theft of a few billion dollars?
What had she missed? Was there false evidence had she failed to plant? Or false evidence planted that somehow revealed its true origins?
No thoughts this distressing ever crept into Copeland, Idaho.
