From the blockbuster New York Times bestselling author of Look Again comes a novel that makes you question the nature of evil: is it born in us or is it bred?  Bennie Rosato looks exactly like her identical twin, Alice Connolly, but the darkness in Alice’s soul makes them two very different women. Or at least that’s what Bennie believes, until she finds herself buried alive at the hands of her twin. Meanwhile, Alice takes over Bennie’s life, impersonating her at work and even seducing her boyfriend in order to escape the deadly mess she has made of her own life. But Alice underestimates Bennie and the evil she has unleashed in her twin’s psyche, as well as Bennie’s determination to stay alive long enough to exact revenge. Bennie must face the twisted truth that she is more like her sister Alice than she could have ever imagined, and by the novel’s shocking conclusion, Bennie finds herself engaged in a war she cannot win—with herself. It was bound to happen: after legal eagle Bennie Rosato saved her sinister twin sister, Alice, from a murder rap in Mistaken Identity (1999) and discovered Alice impersonating her in Dead Ringer (2003), Alice decides to up the stakes. She invites Bennie over for dinner, drugs her, and buries her alive, intent on taking over her twin’s life for a few days and stealing her fortune. As Bennie struggles to break out of the casket, Alice, pretending to be Bennie, gets a restraining order against her “dangerous” twin and sets into motion the transfer of Bennie’s money to a bank in the Bahamas. In order to throw Mary DiNunzio, a sharp lawyer at Bennie’s firm, off the track, Alice promotes her to partner. A few curveballs get thrown Alice’s way, including the reappearance of Grady Wells, Bennie’s ex-boyfriend, who has come to regret their breakup. Bennie manages to fight her way out of the coffin but finds that reclaiming her life is no easy matter. A subplot involving Mary’s search for a house and her fears about her father’s infidelity detracts from the novel’s energy, but overall, Scottoline’s latest is a pulse-pounding thriller, certain to please fans of her Rosato & Associates series. --Kristine Huntley "Scottoline's intricate plot will keep thriller fans turning those pages."-- Library Journal  "Scottoline unfolds her story in breathlessly quick cuts...you won't put it down."-- Kirkus Reviews  "A thriller that feels like an instant classic."-- Connecticut Post  ". . . the perfect ingredients for gut-wrenching suspense. . . . In expert fashion, Scottoline constructs the anxiety in intense emotional layers; peppering her story with humorous breaks and heartrending moments only to slam readers back into the chilling controversy without warning. Surpassing others in her field, Scottoline's Think Twice is everything thriller fans crave and more." — Suspense Magazine  " Think Twice is Lisa Scottoline’s latest novel, and it is so engaging that I couldn’t help but read it in one sitting."-- Seattle Post Intelligencer Lisa Scottoline is the New York Times bestselling and Edgar Award–winning author of novels including Look Again, Save Me and Lady Killer . She has also written collections of humorous essays-- Why My Third Husband Will Be a Dog and My Nest Isn’t Empty, It Just Has More Closet Space --and writes the popular Chick Wit column with her daughter Francesca Serritella for The Philadelphia Inquirer . She teaches a course called Justice & Fiction at the University of Pennsylvania Law School, her alma mater. There are 25 million copies of her books in print, and she has been published in twenty-five countries. She lives in Pennsylvania with an array of disobedient pets. Chapter One Bennie Rosato didn’t have anything in common with her identical twin, except their DNA. They shared the same blue eyes, strong cheekbones, and full mouth, but whenever Bennie looked at Alice Connelly, all she could see were their differences. Tonight, Bennie had on a khaki suit, white shirt, and brown pumps, her lawyer uniform. Alice had on tight shorts with a low-cut black top, flaunting cleavage that Bennie didn’t even know they had. She made a mental note to look down her shirt, after she got home. Alice was making dinner and she opened the oven door, releasing the aroma of roasting chicken. “Finally, it’s ready.” “Smells great.” “You sound surprised.” “Not at all.” Bennie changed the subject. “I like your new house, it’s great.” “Yeah, right.” Alice turned, carving fork in hand. “Why are you being so condescending?” “I’m not.” “You are, too. It’ll look better when I move all my stuff in, and the rent is low, since the estate can’t sell it. That’s the only way I could afford it. I don’t have your money.” Bennie let it go. “It’s good that it came furnished.” “This crap? It’s dead people furniture.” Alice pushed back a smooth strand of hair, yet another difference between them. She blew-dry her hair straight, and her eyeliner was perfect. Bennie let her hair curl naturally and th