She hooked the rca video cables into place and turned on the television. The news channel was no longer focusing on her brother. It had only been two hours since his blood bath and they now considered him old news.
She let out a long frustrating sigh and adjusted the television’s settings according to the manual. The city didn’t allow personal computers and the only way she could access one was through the library where she worked. The problem with that was they recorded her every keystroke and would be on her the moment she typed in her brother’s name.
Of course she couldn’t blame them since he was an extreme danger, but she didn’t need them knowing he was her twin. It was why she’d kept a low profile for so many years. No one knew he was her twin. She’d made sure of it, until now.