Joelynn was sitting in her apartment, waiting to see if Jacob would call her. She couldn't believe that Lupita Torres was dead. Lupita was like a second mother to her and her heart ached. She wanted to be there for Jacob, but right now he needed someone to lash out on. Joelynn understood that for him that person was her. She wasn't sure how Lupita had died. She was just sitting there with her body slumped over the kitchen table as if she was taking a nap. Could it have been a heart attack? Joelynn couldn't imagine anyone trying to purposely harm Lupita.

She looked at her phone and sighed. "Call me Jacob," she said in frustration.

As if her prayers were being answered, her phone rang. It wasn't Jacob...it was the police.

"What did you say? Oh my God. Oh my God...I'll be right there. Thank you!" Joelynn rushed to grab her car keys as she quickly left her apartment.

Earlier that Day

Vincent McDaniels was in yet another hotel suite. He was pouring himself a glass of red wine in the kitchenette while his female guest was changing in the bathroom. Today was going better than expected. He had called Dr. Spencer to get him the files from Open Heart Residential Treatment Center. There were several files he wanted access to, his own included. He just wasn't sure how to get his hands on them. He thought about stealing them himself but that was too risky.

Thankfully, a little over a month ago, Dr. Colt Spencer had approached him in regards to his last book, Raising the Demon King. Dr. Spencer was fascinated with the Demon King and wanted to interview Vincent for an article he was hoping to get published in some psychology journal. Vincent had rejected the offer until his agent mentioned that Dr. Spencer also did some part time work with some of the patients at Open Heart. This was news to Vincent, who was a frequent visitor of that residential treatment center. He had never heard of Dr. Colt Spencer.

Vincent decided to do a little research on Dr. Spencer as he had learned long ago, that connections were everything in life. Vincent had connections everywhere...even within the precious police department. After meeting Dr. Spencer, it was easy to see that he was a bit more than fascinated with the Demon King. He was obsessed.

Vincent took a sip of his red wine and thought of how he had investigated Dr. Spencer. He was prominent in his field but like everyone that tried to enter Vincent's circle, he was flawed. Colt Spencer had a very bad habit of sleeping with his patients. A habit that could possibly lead to him losing his license. Colt also had a twin brother, Colin. This is what Vincent thought was even more intriguing. Colin was also a psychologist but he worked for the FBI. Vincent suddenly began to see Colt in a more useful light. He had Colt look into patient's files for him. Vincent knew celebrities sometimes stayed at Open Heart under the guise of exhaustion or fatigue. These were code for drug use and eating disorders. If he was able to get information to blackmail these stars into promoting the movie based on his book, it was useful to him. He never did the blackmailing directly...he let a middleman handle that.

Other files that Vincent wanted were those of his family members. His brother-in-law Roger, his deceased son Christopher, and he had all stayed as patients at one time or another. The confessions in those files were damaging to his reputation, so he wanted them destroyed. He wasn't quite sure how to pull that off yet. He had asked Dr. Spencer to retrieve the files, but the psychologist was too scared of being caught. Open Heart had a security system. Vincent tried to work a plan in his head of how to retrieve or destroy those files. He couldn't do it himself. He had a pesky FBI agent constantly tailing him.

"Baby, I'm ready!"

Vincent turned around to see a beautiful young Hispanic woman dressed in red lingerie. He sighed in disappointment. He had originally picked her up because she looked a little like Lupita. Seeing the young woman being blatantly provocative was a turn-off for him. Lupita was sweet and demure. She wasn't a whore.

"I changed my mind. This isn't going to work out," Vincent turned away from the woman and took another sip of his wine.

"What the hell old man?" the young woman was clearly offended.

Vincent's phone began to ring. Instead of forcing himself to talk to the angry brunette behind him, he picked up the phone.

Vincent listened to the male voice on the other line and his face paled. He felt as though he couldn't breathe. When the person on the other line disconnected, Vincent remained frozen in place, his hand still holding the phone to his ear.

"Are you listening to me?" the brunette shouted.

Vincent began screaming, "No! No! No!" He pitched the bottle of wine across the room, almost hitting the brunette. She screamed in fear.

Vincent began banging his head against the marble countertop in the suite's kitchenette. When the brunette saw blood, she panicked and quickly dialed 911.

Meanwhile

Dr. Colin Spencer was taking his lunch break in his office. He had a roast beef sandwich in front of him along with a notepad and a pen. He was making a thorough list of ways to get Agent Sally Roux to go on a date with him. So far he only had one idea written down...beg.

His office phone rang and he absentmindedly picked it up, "Dr. Spencer here."

"Is this Dr. Colin Spencer?" the person on the other line asked. It was a male's voice but somewhat high pitched.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"I'm calling about your brother, Colt."

"What about him?"

"He's been doing some very bad things."

A trickle of an emotion that Colin hadn't felt before ran down his spine, "Who is this?"

"He works part time at Open Heart, doesn't he?"

Colin didn't acknowledge this fact but waited for the voice to continue. "He's been stealing files. Files that have secrets. You should stop him before it's too late."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"He's there now, trying to take those files. You have to stop him before it's too late. He's been caught on tape and it's only a matter of time before security watches it."

"Who is this?" Colin demanded to know.

"You better get there quickly."

Before Colin could ask another question, the call disconnected. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he had a feeling that something was wrong. Colin stood up and grabbed his keys. He was going to Open Heart.

A Few Hours Later

"Guess what Roux," Special FBI Agent Donald Ferguson asked his partner Sally Roux.

Sally was in no mood to play games. "Just spit it out Ferguson."

"Your favorite suspect was just picked up and taken to Open Heart."

"What? When?" she was already grabbing her keys to get out the door. She had taken the day off from spying on Vincent McDaniels and of course that was the day that he did something scandalous.

"A couple of hours ago. He got a phone call and went bat-shit crazy. He was taken to the hospital for stitches and is now at Open Heart."

"You know how many stitches?" Sally asked.

"Thirteen."

"I hope they hurt."

Donald laughed at Sally's ruthlessness.

"Thanks for the tip Ferguson. I'm going to head out there."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."

She disconnected the call and made the drive to Open Heart.

At Open Heart

Dr. Colin Spencer walked into the residential treatment center known as Open Heart. He was greeted by staff that mistook him for his brother. He had asked an orderly to direct him to the files room.

"The files room?" the orderly looked at him strangely. "Weren't you just in there?"

"Just show me please?" Colin asked exasperated.

The orderly shook his head and mumbled something about how the doctors were crazier than the patients as he pointed to the last door on the left.

"Thanks," Colin said over his shoulder. He walked into the room which was immense. "Clearly this place is popular," Colin muttered to himself as he took in all the shelves of files. It was creepy. A fluorescent light kept flickering on and off. He could hear someone in the back of the room and he quickly walked in the direction of the noise.

"Colt?" he called out.

He walked to the last row of shelves to see his brother frantically using a box cutter to tear through the tape of boxes with a giant letter "M" written on them.

"Colt? What are you doing?"

Colt looked up to see his twin brother staring at him aghast. He jumped in surprise, "Colin! What are you doing here?"

"I just asked you that brother."

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm looking for files."

Colin's eyes narrowed, "Is that it? You're not stealing files are you?"

The look of guilt that washed over Colt, told Colin all he needed to know. "What the hell are you thinking?" Colin asked his brother. "Do you know why I'm here?"

Colt let the file in his hand fall to the floor, "No. Why are you here?"

"Someone called me to warn me what my twin brother was up to. I was told to stop you before it's too late. They caught you on tape stealing files Colt. What the hell were you thinking?"

"You don't understand Colin."

"Try me."

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "It started with my article for that journal. It was about serial killers, remember?"

When Colin nodded, Colt continued, "I reached out to Vincent McDaniels. I was fascinated by David Wilson, the Demon King. He was a murderer without remorse and Vincent knew him...and could tell me more about him. I'm not perfect Colin."

"What are you talking about Colt?"

"I've slept with a few of my patients...and Vincent McDaniels found out. He threatened to have my license revoked. I'm a psychologist. It's all I know. I couldn't lose my job Colin. We both worked hard to get this far. You know how much work it took for me to become a psychologist."

Colin did know. He was right there alongside his brother studying. "We can go to the authorities and turn him in. I work for the FBI."

Colt laughed, "I'd still lose my license Colin!"

"You've been caught on tape Colt. You're going to lose your license one way or another."

Colt gave a defeated laugh. "You're probably right."

"Let's go and see how much of this we can clear up. Hopefully they won't press charges." Colin walked ahead of his brother to leave the room.

"I'm sorry Colin...for so many things."

Colin was about to turn around and ask his brother what he meant when he felt the sharp blade of a box cutter stab him in the back. Then against his neck.

Driving up to Open Heart

Agent Sally Roux could see smoke coming from the distance ahead.

"What the hell?" she muttered. It wasn't until she drove over a hill that she realized where the smoke was coming from. Open Heart Residential Treatment Center was on fire.

She turned on her lights and sped towards the burning facility. As she got out, she could hear firetrucks approaching. Staff was hurriedly trying to exit patients.

Sally looked to her right and spotted Vincent McDaniels standing next to a man she recognized as Roger, his previous brother-in-law. She began looking around to see if anyone needed help when she spotted Dr. Spencer.

"Dr. Spencer?"

He immediately turned around with a confused expression...as if he didn't know her.

"What are you doing here?" Sally asked him.

He looked around nervously before answering, "I was visiting my brother. He works here."

"Your twin?"

"Yeah...my twin."

"Oh my God...did he get out?"

Dr. Spencer shook his head, "I haven't seen him yet."

Sally wasn't one to be affectionate, but she felt sorry for him and grabbed his hand. "I'm sure the firemen will be here soon."

"If it isn't my favorite FBI agent."

Sally looked to her left to see Vincent McDaniels coming towards her. He had a giant bandage over his head.

"What happened to you McDaniels? Someone finally kick your ass?"

He scowled at her.

"You didn't have anything to do with this, did you?" she asked Vincent.

He gave a rueful laugh, "That's right, a crime wouldn't be complete without suspecting me of it. No. I had nothing to do with this," he told Sally. He looked at Dr. Spencer and continued, "If I wanted to murder someone, I wouldn't burn them alive. That's a weak man's method. No...I'd kill him with my hands and watch the life fade out of him."

"Get lost Vincent. Unless you're making a confession...now isn't the time."

Vincent didn't stop looking at Dr. Spencer. He finally smirked and walked back to the man named Roger.

"Are you okay?" Sally asked.

He gave her a wan smile and looked back at the burning building, "I think I'm going to need a drink."

Sally wasn't sure why but there was something off about the man she knew as Dr. Spencer.