"Wow. I can't believe it, but obviously..." He looked Rafe up and down and shook his head. "Wow." "Holy hell." Now Corey stood on the back deck, staring. He came over and we had to go through the whole thing again. Yes, it was Rafe. Not a ghost. Not a zombie. Not a long-lost twin brother. As ludicrous as all those ideas sounded, though, they seemed more likely than the truth--that a guy fell from a helicopter and survived. "You sure about the twin thing?" Corey said when Rafe had finished. "Yes, I don't have a long-lost twin brother." "I do," I said. "Or so I've heard." Rafe grinned at me. "Yes, but I'm not him." "Which is good." "Very good." He squeezed my hand. "We'll...be inside," Daniel said. "Uh-uh," Corey said. "Romantic reunions are officially on hold, even for guys who've returned from the dead. We're neck-deep in crap here and we need to dig our way out."