The Switch

It isn't the first time that identical twins Gillian and Melina Lloyd have switched identities. Yet it's the first time as adults that they've even considered the childhood prank. Melina, the more impetuous twin, proposes that her circumspect sister take her place as a media escort to NASA astronaut and national hero Colonel Christopher "Chief" Hart.
Although it's an enticing offer, Gillian declines for a very personal reason she's preoccupied with whether or not the artificial insemination she underwent that day will be successful. Besides, she warns Melina, such a switch could have unexpected consequences.
Media-savvy Chief turns out to be an easy assignment for Melina --- in fact the evening with him is as much pleasure as business. But the following morning police arrive at Melina's door with the worst possible news: her beloved twin has been brutally murdered in her own bed. And on the walls, scrawled in blood, are obscenities directed at Gillian, along with insults toward Native Americans that indisputably link Chief to the crime.
Dissatisfied with the official police investigation, Chief and Melina form a grudging alliance, strike out on their own ... and find themselves uncovering more questions than answers. Mistrusting even the authorities claiming to protect them, on the run with their lives in danger, the two are soon following a crooked and bloody trail that inexplicably leads to Gillian's attempt to conceive a child ... and to the threshold of an inner sanctum, where a megalomaniac hatches horrific schemes and lies in wait for Gillian's replacement, her identical twin Melina.
"Kiss, kiss." Melina Lloyd kissed the air in the general direction of her twin
sister's cheeks. "I've ordered an Italian white wine. Crisp, light, and not too
fruity, according to the waiter who was. Fruity, that is. Speaking of, here he
comes."
Gillian sat down across from her. The waiter served her glass of Pinot
Grigio, spilling some of it over his hand as his shaved head swiveled back
and forth between them. "Oh, my goodness gracious!"
"We're identical," Gillian said, sparing him from asking. "I'm speechless.
The resemblance is positively flabbergasting."
Melina gave him a frosty smile. "My sister would like to place a drink
order, please. If it's convenient."
Her tone of voice, which had been as crisp as the wine, got his attention.
"Certainly," he said, practically clicking his heels. "Forgive, forgive.
Madam?"
"Club soda. Lots of ice, wedge of lime, please."
"I'll be back prontomente with your drink and to recite today's specials."
"I can hardly wait," Melina muttered as he glided away.
Gillian leaned forward and whispered, "Is prontomente a word?"