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“Yes,” said Norman, Marlon‘s identical twin, smiling.
“…But you look just like Mr. Nate Rivers.”
“Nate Rivers doesn‘t exist. It‘s just a name that my identical twin, Marlon Smiley goes
by.”
“Marlon Smiley? Didn‘t Marlon Smiley die?”
“Yes, but with my help, he came back to life with a vengeance.” “…With your help? You brought him back to life?” “Yes, ma‘am…”
Imbruglia looked at the ceiling for a few minutes, openmouthed and then said, “You can bring people back to life?”
“My brother is not a human being. He‘s an alien.”
Imbruglia looked directly into Norman‘s shining eyes and trembled. “Oh, my God, you really are otherworldly.”
“Yes.”
“…And your name is Norman Smiley.”
“Yes, my name is Norman Alexander Smiley.”
Imbruglia pulled out a little sheet of paper that had been useless because it had some random crap written on it… useless until now. She pointed her pen‘s tip at the little piece of paper and asked, “What‘s your brother‘s full name?”
“It‘s Marlon Xavier Smiley.”
Imbruglia wrote the name down. “What‘s his date of birth?” “Our date of birth is April 29, 1981.”
From this point on, she would write down every piece of information, cram it on the paper. “And why is your brother using a false identity?”
“It‘s not a false identity. He‘s going by the name of one of his best friends, Nathaniel Rivers.”
“Why is he usurping Mr. Rivers‘ identity?”
“…Because Nate asked him to. Nate didn‘t want his family to find out that he‘d been murdered, so he gave my brother his will,” and handed the very important document to Officer Imbruglia, stunning her, “and in his will, he left my brother the most important thing that a living thing could ever possess: his identity.”
Imbruglia couldn‘t close her mouth. She had never heard of anyone giving his or her identity to anyone else before. “Oh, my God, this can‘t be!”
“That‘s why my brother has Nate‘s birth certificate, his driver‘s license, and everything. My brother is living the life of Nate Rivers. It is a crime, but…”
“I don‘t know if it‘s a crime or not because I‘m a policewoman and not a lawyer, but your brother must stop doing this. He must stop. This is not right. He should violate the last will of Nate Rivers and give his identity back to him, tell the truth to Mr. Rivers‘ family, and hand in all of Mr. Rivers‘ documents. He must get back all of his true documents and start living his own life, now that he no longer has Mr. Rivers‘ face.”
“That‘s what he intends to do. That‘s why he morphed into his true self, permanently.” “Ok, that‘s the first step. Don‘t worry about anything.” Officer Imbruglia handed her
personal card to Norman. “Tell him to come to my office tomorrow morning accompanied by his personal attorney and I will help him get his identity back without getting in trouble for breaking the law. Mr. Rivers wasn‘t really his friend. I am not one of you,” she said, her index finger in