The most entertaining part of Mirror Image is watching the clones try and keep their possessives and tenses straight. Even after they 'come out' to Mara watching the more abrasive and hot-headed of the two 'Derrick' try and both refute and acknowledge that the ship and their pasts belong equally to himself and Red is downright hilarious. Not that Mara is really any help, she kind of eggs him on and gives him sly looks.
I also want it known I will never, ever, be able to hear the trademark Doublemint Gum tune without blushing scarlet. I'm not sure which of the two authors who worked on this story--Mima or Bonnie Dee--is responsible for the bawdy rendition, but while it had my ears burning I had to admit it fit rather well for the story.
The entertaining bits aside, I enjoyed the bickering between Derrick and Red far more than the flirting between the Ravenscraft Clones and Mara. The relationship, such as it was, felt contrived and Mara fell out of her role as an upright Agent awfully fast. Maybe it was her timing, or maybe she was just that good, but the Clones (dopplegangers? I'm not sure which would actually be appropriate to use) also fell in with her plan fast too. The nature of a short story means certain things should be put on hold to just flow, but I fell straight out of the story by the time the aliens popped up.
By the end I was sort of hoping for a different possibility then the one that was the ending. I would have enjoyed more Red and Derrick bickering and less Mara leading them astray I think.
When Agent Mara Brannigan struts into a low-rent bar on a mission to seduce and apprehend a pair of fugitives from the government, she doesn’t count on being the one caught in the snare of seduction.
Captain Frederick Ravenscraft has been duplicated during a rare space storm. Now the two versions of the sexy space trader disagree over which of them is the original and which of them is in charge. Two unique, heated kisses and one bar brawl later, Mara wakes up. On their ship, in their care.
Still, she’s used to ever-changing field conditions, so why not make use of them? Two sexy interludes and one deadly alien attack later, she’s shocked to discover these men are more than just her marks. Mara needs to do some fast talking to meet the needs of her heart and her job. Her Captains are a matched set of hardheads. Will she get through to them, or will she be forced to make a choice between love and duty?