I saw dead bodies almost every day. Being a Major Crimes Detective wasn't exactly sunshine and rainbows. What I didn't expect, however, was a head on my station's doorstep. To make it even better, everyone thought I was the one that was dead. I didn't have a twin, not even a brother or sister, yet the DNA didn't lie. Everything pointed towards my death, but I stood, looking down at my own head on a metal slab, very much alive.
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