The Intriguing Observations series was created to gather some of the most interesting authors that are using mystery elements in their stories. Every author has their own perceptions and provides their own insight on all things paranormal, ranging from urban legends and paranormal research, to myths and inspirations. This week on the guest series is author of Pinpoint, author Sheila Mary Taylor.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR BELOVED TWIN BROTHER HAD DIED AT THE AGE OF TEN? AND TWENTY-SIX YEARS LATER THE HAIRS STAND UP ON THE BACK OF YOUR NECK WHEN YOU SEE SOMEONE YOU THINK MUST BE YOUR BROTHER BECAUSE NOWHERE ELSE HAVE YOU EVER SEEN EYES LIKE HIS. BUT THIS MAN IS A VICIOUS SERIAL KILLER . . .
But would it be as easy as that? Would she ever be able to forget the voice, those eyes, that hauntingly familiar look? She was torn between believing and not believing.
Between wanting and not wanting. Between loving and not loving. Such a situation had no precedent, she was sure. Nothing in her legal training had prepared her for this. She felt as though her sense of logic had been turned upside down, threatening to make her act contrary to the legal principles she normally upheld, actions contrary to the advice she gave to her clients. She hated herself for this apparent weakness, but seemed powerless to overcome it. When she thought of her long lost dead brother, and Smith, in the same mental breath, she found the paradox offensive, but she had no idea why she could not keep her sacred, almost mythically precious thoughts of her brother separate from those of this callous, manipulative and deeply depraved man. The gaping hole in her memory had started twenty-six years ago on the very last day she saw him, when something too terrible to remember had happened. All she remembered after that was being told that her twin brother was dead. And then being adopted by David and Jessie, when a new life with no past began.
The question had been gnawing away at her soul since almost the very first moment of meeting Smith: Is he, could he be that loved and longed-for brother whose name she could not even remember? The idea was as ridiculous as it was impossible to dismiss from her mind. That day at Strangeways, when he had walked into the interview room for the first time, he had sensed something too, of that she’d been certain. But even now she was confused about why she had almost had a panic attack. For twenty-six years she had dreamed the dream of a child, that her brother would be restored to her. Now she sometimes doubted he had ever existed. She longed for what was surely only an impression in her unconscious, a nebulous sensation of loss rather than of any specific being.
And never a person such as this. Coincidence? she asked herself. It couldn’t be anything but.