As Mark kept talking it had all become clearer; the way Mark had gone from a berserk rage to being in tears at my feet, that horrible day I had led the police up to his apartment over Mitch's to find him standing over what was left of Max. Mark had claimed that the voice hated me because he listened to me over it, but had told him to go to me, when the police showed up, so we could get away with it, then reasserted itself when it was time for the hearing. That had been the most convincing point for me as my brother, despite having suffered a...