They moved through the water, side by side, their long blond hair clinging to their shoulders as they whispered to one another, even adjusting their sunglasses at the exact same moment. It was like something out of a creepy science fiction movie. They were clearly identical twins with one of those weird connections. But they still looked robotic, like they were not quite human.

They settled on the opposite side of the pool from me, resting their elbows on the deck. They dipped their heads back into the water, then pulled their long, wet locks over their shoulders. The one on the right tilted her head to the side and seemed to be looking at me from behind her sunglasses. She turned and whispered to her sister. The sister's gaze locked on me and then she nodded and whispered back.

They glided across the deep end toward me.

Somewhere in my head, the theme from “Jaws” played.

They separated in the water, each gracefully pulling themselves across the deep end with smooth movements, both of their heads above the surface of the water. They came up on either side of me and reached for the wall at the same time.

“I'm Mary Cole,” the one on my left said. She pushed her glasses on top of her head and revealed bright green eyes.

“I'm Carrie Cole,” the one on my right said, mirroring her sister's movements.

My head swiveled back and forth. How had I missed seeing these two yesterday? I'd walked the entire resort with Jake on the first day and we'd gone to the barbecue the night before. If these twins had been there, I would have definitely noticed.

“Uh, hello,” I said.

“We're sisters,” they said together.

I bit back a smile. “You don't say.”

“You're new here,” Carrie said, eyeing me.

Mary squinted at me. “You're in Delilah's place.”

I was completely unnerved. “Yes. My husband and I are staying there.” I pointed to him on the chair. “That's him right there.”

They both rotated their heads in his direction.

“He's hot,” Carrie said.

“For an old guy,” Mary said.

“Yeah, for an old guy,” Carrie said.

I bristled a little at their frank assessment. “I'll let him know,” I said cooly. “Can I help you with something?”

They both peered around me to look at each other, then leaned back.

“You found Harvey,” Carrie said.

“On the trail,” Mary added.

They weren't asking questions; they were making statements.

“I used to go out with him,” Carrie said, her voice lowering a notch.

“Me, too,” Mary said.

I looked at each of them. “You both dated him?”

They nodded in unison.

Well, then.

Carrie flipped her hair off her shoulder. The first non-synchronized move. “He liked me better.”

“Yeah, right,” Mary said, her eyes narrowing.

“No, really.” Carrie's voice was indignant. “He told me so.”

Mary sniffed. “He told me the same thing.”

They glared at one another and I felt decidedly uncomfortable and out of place. I looked in Jake's direction. He was out cold.

“Why are you here, anyway?” Carrie asked.

I glanced at her and she was staring at me, her green eyes practically glowing in the afternoon sun.

“Me?” I asked. “We won a trip to stay here at Windy Vista.”

“I've never won anything,” Mary pouted. She ran a hand over her damp locks. “I came in third in the seventh grade talent show.”

Carrie mirrored her movement, her fingers caressing her own wet hair. “I came in second.”

“That was only because Jimmy Jones was the judge and liked you,” Mary said.

Carrie shrugged, then looked at me again. “How did you win it?”

I stared at her blankly for a minute, wondering if she was asking me about winning a seventh grade talent show. Which I most definitely had not. But then I remembered. Windy Vista. I'd just told them about winning a trip here when they'd gone off about the talent show.

“Oh,” I said. “We entered a contest.”

Carrie looked at me. “We? You mean you and the hot guy?”

“The hot, old guy,” Mary clarified.

“My husband, yes.”

“So, Harvey was all, like, dead and stuff when you found him?” Carrie asked, her eyes clouding just a little.

My brain was threatening to explode. “Uh, yes. Unfortunately.”

“What did he look like?” Mary asked.

“Excuse me?” She'd just said she'd dated him. That she and her sister had apparently both dated him. I wondered if it was simultaneously. Twins shared things, didn't they?

“I've never seen a dead person before,” Mary explained.

Carrie shot her an annoyed look. “He probably still looked like Harvey.”

“Shut up.”

They both waited for me to answer, their green eyes like lasers aimed at my face.

“He looked like...a person,” I finally said. I didn't want to remember the lifeless eyes staring skyward, his mouth slightly open, the lips pale, almost colorless, or the tone of his skin that had already started to shift from rosy to lifeless. “If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get out now.”

“I'll bet if he hadn't broken up with me, he'd still be alive,” Carrie said.

“Me, too,” Mary said. “I mean, if he hadn't broken up with me.”

“He broke up with you first.”

Mary snickered. “He broke up with you last.”

I felt like I was caught in the crossfire between two warring sides. Except they looked exactly alike. And were completely insane.

“Yeah, but he didn't want to,” Carrie said. “It was only because you set his pants on fire.”

I looked at Mary. I didn't want to keep engaging her or her psychotic twin but I had to know. “You set his pants on fire?”

Mary shrugged. “It was an accident. We were making s'mores.”

“It wasn't an accident,” Carrie said. She frowned at her sister. “She probably killed him.”

“You threw a hammer at him,” Mary said, her voice high and squeaky. “And hit him in the head.”

Carrie rolled her eyes. “Not hard.”

“She probably killed him,” Mary said.

My impression of Harvey was changing by the moment. If he'd been dumb enough to date both of these girls, then he wasn't nearly as smart as everyone made him out to be.

I stared at Carrie. “Wait. Why would he still be alive if he hadn't broken up with you?”

Carrie's face colored just a bit and she reached for her sunglasses. “Just because,” she said evasively.

Her sister positioned her own glasses over her eyes. “Oh, just spill it. Since you think you know everything about him. Which you don't...”

Carrie leaned close and I shrank away. But she wasn't talking to me any more. She was talking to her sister. “We would've been too busy having sex,” she hissed. “Because Harvey loved having sex with me.”

Mary laughed and shook her head. “He loved it with me more,” she said smugly. “We probably would've been in the camper when the killer was looking to...to kill him. It would've been like I'd saved him.”

Carrie stiffened and I waited for steam to pour out of her ears. “You wish!”

“You wish,” Mary taunted.

I'd finally had enough. I pushed off the wall and swam away from them and toward the stairs.

“Where are you going?” one of them called.

I didn't turn around to see who was talking to me. Not that I would've been able to tell them apart, anyway. “Goodbye, girls,” I said, swimming toward the toddler in the inflatable duck.

“We were still talking,” one of them complained.

But I was done listening, I said silently. I swam further, not responding, weaving in between the elderly ladies still twisting and turning as they did their water aerobics.

I lifted myself out of the pool and made a concerted effort to not look their way. I felt their creepy eyes on me but I ignored them.

I needed to find some sanity.

Quick.

NINETEEN

Jake was still passed out in the lounge chair and I really was getting hot. I'd gotten away from the creepy twins and promptly closed my eyes so they wouldn't be tempted to wander over and resume our conversation. Thankfully, they'd either gotten the hint or simply forgotten about me because I didn't hear a word from them. The afternoon sun was unfettered by clouds and beat down on all of us. I liked the sun as much as anyone, but I could only sit around in it for so long. I slipped on my sandals and wandered into the clubhouse, where I knew I'd find a ceiling fan and some ice cream.