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Identical Opposites, Dejevu By: Malissa Madison The phone in the main room of the Penthouse suite of the Hyatt Regency rang three times before Maddie Grey picked up. "Yes, who's calling please?" she asked instead of saying hello. "Maddie? It's David." He waited for recognition. "Oh good morning Director. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" "You've seen the news lately? That terrible business out in Oak Hills?" "Old Case, Yes Michelle has a few theories about that," Maddie responded curiously. "The Judge just handed down the Death Sentence in the case. I think it warrants special attention. I think they missed a few clues some place, I mean there were nineteen reports of seeing the accused after his, her arrest. It's like Dejevu if you know what I mean?" "Yes but then what about the DNA Evidence that was admitted during the trial?" Maddie wanted to know. She didn't bother to tell him she was already onto at least two other possibilities. David Kimball snorted, "97.4333% Match." Red flags began to pop open in Maddie's head. Her own match with Katie Parks had been 97.567%. "Anything else I should know about?" "We have two sets of matching fingerprints with Denise Carver. Each taken at roughly the same time over twelve hundred miles apart, the same week she was standing trial," He informed her. "One set from a Male identified as Derrick Dozer, the other as Janet Michelson, both have disappeared off the grid. Released after the police agencies confirmed that Denise was still in county lock up." Her heart was pounding now, another high profile case had just opened with three possibilities. "David, use Princess and the Pea, and send me copies of all the data. I'll be on the move, I have to get Michelle involved with this one, did you know there's a copycat that just popped up in West Virginia?" "Yes a young Homicide Detective named Tiffany Waters has that case, you might consider bringing her in. she's the vice detective that turned Parks." The feeling of Dejevu popped into her mind all over again. "Really? Get her for me David, please. I have to call the school and check Michelle out." After hanging up she placed a call. "Miss Clara's Academy for Exceptional Girls, this is Karen, how may I help you?" "Karen this is Maddie Grey, May I speak with Miss Clara please?" "Ms. Grey a pleasure to hear from you, Michelle is doing exceptional. I hope everything is ok?" Miss Clara said. "Absolutely, except something has come up and I need to check Michelle out on an extended leave from school. I hate to do it but I really need her with me on this. I'm afraid she might miss so much she'll have to repeat Ninth grade," Maddie informed the older woman. "I'm on my way to pick her up." "We'll discuss options when you get here," Clara informed her. The last thing she packed was her Laptop, she had two Emails. The first was from the Director of the FBI. The second began with, "Momma is this what I think it is?" She sent back, "Pack fast, I'm on my way. No time to hesitate. We have a case of Dejevu happening here," Then she shut down her laptop and headed for the door. Thirty minutes later Maddie pulled into the parking space in front of the Admin offices at the girls academy. "Ms Grey, I've arranged for another student, Miss Rachel Pierce to email the daily classes to Michelle so hopefully she won't get too far behind," Karen informed her. Michelle followed by another student entered the office. "Momma, I gave Rachel one of the new Laptops. I trust her with my life." This caused Maddie to draw back and take a second look at the young girl who was her daughters roommate. She turned back to Karen and signed the book. "Ok follow us I'll fill you in on how things work," she said to Rachel. "She already knows Momma," Michelle said. "Rachel Pierce, daughter of Malissa Vandine-Pierce, Donnie Pierce and Sophia Vandine-Pierce. I trust your sister Erika is doing well at MMA?" "Yes Ma'am," Rachel already liked her roommates Mom. Now she was impressed. "Did my daughter just show you Princess and the Pea, or did she entrust you with the other program as well?" Rachel looked around then said, "I'm familiar with Rumple Stiltskin, but only in the last fifteen minutes." "Then you know how it works?" "Yes Ma'am," she said. "I'll leave it running at all times." "Sorry to be in such a hurry but we have to be in West Virginia." The two girls kissed cheeks and then Maddie was backing out of the space. "I didn't know you did research on my roommates, Momma. She's really the nicest one I've had in the last two years." "Her mothers and Father could also teach defensive and offensive driving at the SAS Academy in England." Now Michelle was really impressed. "How do you know that Momma?" "I was the sixth car behind her Momma in her last race," she smiled at her Daughter. "I got Bored, and you were busy trying to catch up on what you missed after last year and then not getting to go to summer school." "So who's in West Virginia that we're picking up?" "The Detective that Pinched your other Mother," Michelle's mind reeled with the sudden knowledge. "She's the lead on that copycat. So I know she's open minded, besides if we need firepower she'll be armed. You know how I feel about that." "Yes Momma but does that apply to me?" Michelle asked. Smiling Maddie said, "It's in the glove box waiting for you. Just be sure you let the security people at the airport see your credentials and permit before you get to the metal detectors." They both chuckled remembering the last time they'd flown somewhere on a case together. "David should have alerted them that we're coming though." Michelle checked the little ID wallet, then her Concealed carry permit, and slipped them into her purse. Then she pulled the .32 Berretta from the holster, ejecting the magazine before opening the slide. It lay in her lap while she quickly thumbed cartridges into the magazine. Slapping the magazine home she released the slide, then pointing at the floorboard she eased the hammer into the safe position.They were pulling into the long term parking as she hiked up her short skirt and the ruffled petticoat to expose her upper thigh. Then quickly strapped the holster in place before inserting the pistol and smoothing out her skirts again with a satisfied Sigh. "Feel Better now?" Leaning over she kissed her momma's cheek. "Yes Momma," Images of the warehouse flashed through her head. The girl Porsche flying across the open space to rake her long fingernails down the face of that guy holding the young Heiress Jeanine. Then her Momma and Laura telling her to get them out of the building. It gave her pleasure knowing she was the only fifteen year old in the country with her training and security clearances. And the authorization to go almost anywhere she wanted. They carried their laptops and purses, letting the sky cap get their bags. The airport Valet would park the car in long term for them. Maddie handed the young man a twenty saying, Take those to United they're pre-checked. We'll be in the Sky Lounge. As they passed through the doors into the lounge there was a "Zzzzzzweeeep," sound. They both stopped and flashed their ID at the HLS agent sitting there on break. "We have thirty minutes before our flight," Maddie said. "I'll check in with David, why don't you see if you can find any movement patterns?" "I started a search before you called the school, I got bored in Algebra One," Michelle blushed. "I was going to send it to you tonight." "So what did you come up with?" Maddie asked. "The girl in Seattle hasn't been anywhere. Safe to say it's probably not her. But we want to let the SAC know they need to put a trace ID in her file to prevent any misunderstandings." "And the other one?" "Pops up a few days before each Murder, then disappears. Only slight changes in MO. Last surfaced in West Virginia two days ago, he's getting quicker at selecting targets," Michelle said. "Can you get a prediction of his next destination?" Maddie asked. Michelle grinned. "I sent that task to Geraldine at Langley. They still don't know we're using her," Geraldine was one of the huge main frames at the CIA headquarters. Michelle had nicknamed it that after hacking into it a few months earlier. They had a pleasant uneventful flight, and looked forward to meeting the detective that was being assigned to them. Stepping out of the security area someone stepped up to Maddie. "Well, well imagine running into you again," She saw Michelle and said, "Up to your old pedophile tricks again?" "You must be Detective Waters, I was told we had a common adversary," Maddie responded slowly pulling her ID out of her purse. "What's going on Momma?" Michelle asked. "Detective Waters here had the pleasure of Arresting Katie Parks during a Vice Squad Assignment." "Really? You arrested my 'Mother'," it was said without any emotion. "Yes two days before we met in that Bus Station," Maddie confirmed "Then that would make you the real," "Maddie Grey, Please. Madison Moore no longer exists. Can we go someplace less public and get started on this case?" Maddie asked. "Michelle needs a place to plug her laptop in." Maddie's cell phone rang. "Yes Laura?" "No everything's ok, we're on an Assignment for the Director. One that falls a bit too close to home. I think that poor soul they just gave the death sentence to, might just be as innocent as she claims," "Yes I'll keep you posted, Thanks." "So you think my case is related to that one, it might not be a copycat?" asked Tiffany. "Michelle, when we get to her office show her the suspect tracking you found." "Yes Momma," Michelle smiled proudly. As they walked through the front doors of the station the officer on door duty just smiled as the metal detector pinged at Tiffany's sidearm. Suddenly five others drew unsure who had just set off the detector. Hands held out away from her sides Michelle said, "Sorry I forgot. May I get my ID and Authorization out for you?" She slowly produced her international ID along with her permit. "She's with me Gentlemen, get used to it," Tiffany said. In her office she said, "I've never seen a real international Carry Permit, let alone one issued to a Fifteen year old." "I bet you never met a Fifteen year old graduate of the SAS Bodyguard School either," Michelle said setting up her laptop. "Downloading the track prediction now Momma." "Oh Crap, Someone just cut the Server," she giggled. "I think they finally discovered the Hack." "Can you still use it?" Maddie asked. "Not without them catching the trace in there. I'll switch over and use the NSA main frame in the future," She was humming away. "Oh hello there. You're on Uncle David's Naughty list, and you have a confirmed reservation. Oops not anymore." "What was that Michelle?" Maddie asked. "Number seventeen on the most wanted list is about to get very cozy in the federal pen." "Good girl, let's see what we have?" "See here both our 'Ladies' are in the same city, same time. But separated by a few blocks. Denise Carver actually lives, lived, right here less than a block from the murder scene. But she and her witnesses put her at Dampers across town at the time of the murder. Nor were there any scratches on her body at the time of the arrest. The DNA came from skin samples obtained from under the fingernails of the victim." "If it had been her it should have been at least 99.998% if not a hundred," Tiffany stated. "Exactly. Michelle where's the next predicted sighting?" "St Louis, Momma. I'm getting us flight reservations now." "OK, let's move it. Detective if you need anything we'll grab it enroute. Here this might come in handy. I put it together on the way here." "I don't have jurisdiction outside of my own county, I can't," she was interrupted. "Waters, this came over the wire for you. The Chief said get it to you ASAP," He looked at Maddie. "I knew you had to be an undercover Fed." "And you never saw me or my daughter, Clear?" "Who?" he made the See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil signs. "Is this for real? This gives me international authority under the Interpol Cooperation Act. And there's no expiration date." "We'll stop on the way to the Airport so you can let John know you have a new assignment." At the Airport they went straight to a prepaid phone kiosk. Maddie purchased a brand new Android, with a full Data plan and unlimited everything. She dialed two numbers and set the speed dial settings before handing it to Tiffany. "Michelle, pair and share data with her so she has all the needed numbers. I'll get our tickets." Nothing was said as they passed by the metal detectors. It wasn't until they touched down in Lambert international that they ran into trouble. One of the new hidden sensors had flashed red in the extended gangway from the plane. Rather than cause a scene Maddie said Let's go quietly. Michelle carefully lifted her skirt letting the officer take her little Berretta, and Tiffany relinquished her Glock. It was in the interview room that Maddie let them have it. "I demand to see the head of security here right now!" "Good luck lady, he's at lunch." Someone stuck there head in the door. "Charlie you dumb shit. You better be real nice to them. Did you look at their ID's?" "We're sorry about the misunderstanding Ladies. Honestly. Someone forgot to forward the notification that you were inbound," He was handing them everything back. "Sorry about your Laptop young lady the department will buy you a new one." "Herman? Oh my god Momma, they trashed Herman," Michelle was livid. "Michelle! You can use Dirty Harry until you get Shelly up and running." "I'm not sure what was supposed to be on this disc, but it's blank now. Sorry about that," offered a Communications officer. "Not as Sorry as you're going to be," but Maddie was smiling. They'd just installed 'Princess' on the Airports computer system giving her and anyone running the program full access to all the security systems." "Michelle, who's our local contact here? We need to get moving so we can stay ahead of suspect Alpha." "Martin, Detective Justine Martin, Second Precinct. Let her know we're here." "She's waiting outside Ma'am," Looking at Tiffany he asked. "Are you two Sisters?" As the door opened it was like looking into a Mirror, Michelle giggled clapping her hands. "Yep just the reaction I thought we'd get," she said as the two Detectives slowly circled each other. "Michelle, you knew they looked alike?" accused Maddie. "Look at it this way. Now they can have their DNA logged so they won't be mixed up because they share fingerprints," She looked sheepish. "What's going on?" asked Detective Martin. Welcome to the club," Maddie said. "Just be glad you get to join before theirs a big mix up," She turned to her daughter. "Did you set this up?" "No Momma that was Uncle David. I'd have warned them both if he hadn't said he wanted a firsthand evaluation." On the way they quickly brought Justine up to speed while Michelle worked on reprogramming the backup Laptop her Momma was carrying. Neither Maddie or Michelle could put their finger on it but there was something off about this young police detective. Something so simply obvious. Michelle thought to herself it sure was wonderful having a laptop that ran off any Wi-Fi available. Then the data files for detective Martin began to upload. Not just the current file, but her training file which was sealed. It took her thirty seconds to bypass the secure encryption. "Detective Martin, J. graduated head of class. Wounded in line of duty, granted Service cross of valor," she began reading aloud. "Born twenty two December, Martin, Justin Alexander. Holy shit you're a Sister," Michelle smiled. Justine turned white. "W, Where did you get that information?" "Relax Detective, it's safe with us. And I think that's why the director wanted us to meet you." "What's this all about? My Chief said I was to meet you at the Airport and give you every bit of assistance you asked for." "This is about setting a fellow Trans girl free of a crime she didn't commit. Your familiar with the Carver case?" "Who isn't? But they have hard DNA Evidence." Leaning forward Tiffany said, "You want to bet our Fingerprints don't match? I wouldn't at this point. That's why we're going to a hospital to get a DNA registration." "Here you go, the FBI just red flagged both your print files. Near perfect match. Close enough for a conviction," Michelle smiled. "Ok so where do I fit in?" "Suspect Alpha, aka Derrick Dozer has a set pattern. Every place he surfaces a murder occurs. This is his next predicted stop." "Oh Shit," Justine looked at the photo. "That's Dejevu' Harris, vice picked her up last night working the bars," She was dialing her cell phone. "Carson, call lockup right now, tell them to hold Dejevu, don't let her go! Do it now," They could tell she didn't much care for this Carson by the tone of her voice. She used her lights to navigate through the rush hour traffic pulling into the central holding facility almost an hour later. She dropped them at the door before parking the car. When she got there she saw the guard at the door do a double take. "You just walked in," he accused. "No that was Detective Waters," she flashed her Badge and a smile. "We're here to see a detainee, Dejevu Harris." "They cut her loose five minutes ago, What's up?" his phone rang. "Yeah Joe what's up?" "No we cut her loose five minutes ago," "No she's already here, you lie to her yourself." "That Bastard. I called him an hour ago," She fumed. "Calm down Detective, maybe a Cellmate or someone in here knows something," offered Maddie. "You'll have to check your weapons if you're going into the Cell area," They were told. Both Justine and Tiffany placed theirs in a lock box taking the key. Then stood waiting for Michelle. Blushing she slid her hand under her skirt and came out with the .32, then placed it gently in its own box and took the key. "Hey kid you can't just go around carrying that thing you need a permit and you ain't old enough." With a flip of her wrist she flashed her international Credentials and followed the others. "Her holding Cell was down here," directed Martin as she lead the way. "They have a separate Cell for the 'Trans' detainees," They were almost in luck. One person remained in the Transgendered holding cell. Justine consulted the roster. "Gloria wake up Sugar, I need to ask you some questions about your cellmate," The T-Girl didn't move she lay there facing the wall. Suddenly Michelle gasped. "Oh shit," They all saw it then, the gathering pool of blood on the cement floor, dripping off the edge of the blanket to the floor. She was gone, Dejevu, aka Derrick Dozer had killed and moved on. He/she had used her long razor sharp fingernails to slit the young transsexuals throat. It was the same MO as the others. This time instead of six nonfatal stab wounds in the breasts of the victim there had been seven. One more added with each new victim. "She adds one more each time she takes another victim," Michelle noted. "She's keeping track," she gulped then hurriedly said, "I need my laptop." Michelle was retreating rapidly toward the entrance. The others followed, stopping to collect their side arms. Outside in the fresh air she gulped down lungful's of fresh air before throwing up on a bush. "Was that your first dead body?" asked Tiffany. "No, the first one that was mutilated," She wiped her mouth off with an offered paper towel. "Excuse me I need to go get my gun." A few minutes later Maddie and the others found her inside arguing with a different door guard. "Look you shit head, do you know how to read English? If you don't give it to me right now you're going to regret it." Looking up he said, "Can you believe the nerve of kids these days. She comes in here and waves around fake Creds and expects me to let her take that .32." "If you value your career, you'll give it to her, and hope she accepts your apology," Detective Martin told him. "Yes because my next call will be to your Commander, after I call the head of International Security at the FBI office," Maddie informed him. "Hey how was I supposed to know they were real?" "Do you feel that raised stamp from the British SAS?" Detective Martin asked him. He hadn't even thought about checking it, then he felt the other seals. 'Holy shit this kid was like really important', he thought. "I'm Sorry Miss, really I am. I just get used to seeing fake ID's. I should have checked though." She kissed her finger tips then touched his cheek. "I forgive you this time," She spun and left the office, her skirts flaring around her thighs. In Justine's official car Maddie asked. "So let me see your Passport Justine. I saw it in your purse back there." Looking surprised she carefully handed it over. Maddie traced her fingers over the official seals then felt the last page, before handing it back. A smile growing on her face. "Shalom Agent Martin," she touched her forehead. "Really Momma," asked Michelle. "I'm just an unpaid informant, they don't like Transsexual agents," Explained Justine. "So you took a job as a police officer," Maddie said. "It's noble, and you get to dispense justice." "The Agency really wasn't what I thought it would be anyway." On the way to her little office they passed a door. "Martin, get in here right now!" "Excuse me," she stepped into her Chiefs office. "I just got off the phone with the Director of the fucking FBI, and he told me he wants you at this Agent Grey's disposal until she releases you back to me. What the fuck is going on?" "What's going on is, if Carson had done what he was asked to do when I called him we wouldn't still be trying to track down a Serial Murderer. I called him almost an hour before they released her." "He disagrees with you." Maddie barged into the office. "Look at her cell phone log. It shows the time of the call. Then check the time he called the holding facility. And if he still has a badge by the time we leave this building I'll get internal affairs involved. Detective Martin, I need you in on this. Michelle has an idea where he'll pop up next. But you'll need a bathing suit. We need to move because his face showed up at the airport. And the flight has already left." She turned and walked out of the office. "Who the hell does she think she is?" "She works for Interpol, at least that's what her passport says," Justine followed quickly through the rows of desks. A drunk reached towards Michelle's bottom, only to cry out in pain holding his broken fingers. Her movement was just a blur to those who saw it at all. "Carson get your feet off my desk and get out. The Chief wants to see you." Justine raked his leftover food off her desk into the trash. "Here you go Honey there's a plug in next to the coffee pot. "Jamaica? I don't have any jurisdictional authority down there. Are you serious?" she asked Michelle ten minutes later. Maddie dialed a number. "Joseph, I need a favor. I've put together a team to track down a Murderer. Michelle is going to send you two names. Can you get them cleared by the time we reach the Consulate in Jamaica?" "You know the Mosad is going to scream Bloody Murder don't you?" "I'll call Andy and smooth things out," she promised. "Besides they aren't using her assets." "She needs a DNA registration ASAP, do you know they have almost the same exact finger prints?" "Yes and the person we're after shares prints and DNA with Denise Carver. So I'm on a tight timeline here." "They'll be at the Consulate when you land," he promised. "Momma, let's go right now, I have a really bad feeling," Michelle urged. She rapidly typed a message into her Email and sent it. "Call Me the second you get this. Don't hesitate." "Evie? What about, oh shit. Your right it's the pattern," She looked at the two other women. "We'll explain as we go." "Momma, Bingo." Maddie spun around. "What is it Sweetie?" "The missing section of time from our suspects records. And the First victim," Michelle brought the two images together on the screen. "What the hell? That's not supposed to be possible," breathed Maddie. As Michelle brought up Denise, and Janet's pictures then tapped image merge. "Four exact people?" "The first victim is missing the same exact time frame as our suspect, but we still have no idea where they were," Tiffany observed. "Three years is one hell of a long stretch of time for there to be no information," Began Justine. "Passenger list, Harris, D St Louis to Jamaica, via Atlanta," Michelle read off the itinerary. "David, we got something big going on with this case. Get everyone you have in Atlanta to the Airport. Our girl is scheduled to meet the 3:20 to Jamaica. Her flight from here just landed. We're out of here on the next flight." Michelle was steady on her laptop. "This is interesting both Derrick and Danielle Harris are fluent in Japanese, French, German, Hebrew, and Russian." "Passports," called Maddie. "Already on it Momma," Michelle said. "Whoa, we got like some serious contradictions here." There were three different passports issued for each of the two they were now looking into. "Can you get me page by page photos of the one issued to Danielle Harris?" both Maddie and Justine asked at the same time. "Yep you got it. she left the country on, no way. This was two days after her death," Michelle reported. "That's the German issued Passport." "Flag it, flag all of them." "Oh what's this? Denise Carver is listed on the flight to Vancouver leaving out of Atlanta in. Crap it just left." "David are you seeing this?" asked Maddie. "Momma, Janet Michelson just booked a flight to Vancouver out of Seattle." "The flight to Jamaica is a diversion. She just changed her pattern. Get me a private jet out of Lambert field. And have Joseph send those documents to the Consulate in Vancouver. I still need a team in place in Jamaica just in case," Maddie told the Director. "Michelle grab the backup power supplies, I want to know about those missing three years," She told her daughter. "I'm on it Momma," The girl said. "We got a jet prepping at hanger fifteen. Flight plan to Vancouver." "Good girl," Maddie said as she opened her carryon bag before stuffing it in the trunk of Justine's official car. Michelle's eyes grew wide when she saw what her Momma retrieved from the bag. They were in the air on landing approach to their destination when Michelle asked. "Have you ever heard of 'The Palace Farm'?" then suddenly she said, "Shit, Shit, oh Crap. Come on Rumpy, don't fail me now." "What's happening?" Maddie was concerned. "Someone's trying to hack Rumpy, I just got kicked offline. Trying to reconnect now." "Are you in Stealth search mode?" "I am now," Michelle said. "The Palace Farm is run by a group of government intelligence agencies," Justine said. "They train and create sleeper agents there." "What do you mean Create?" "Surgical Reconstruction, DNA manipulation, that sort of thing. It's rumored that they can clone a person from before puberty," Justine supplied. "Do you know where it's located?" Maddie asked. "Burma, I'll bet anything on it," Michelle said. "How do you figure that?" Justine asked. "No one's been able to locate it, though they've exhausted millions of dollars looking for it." "At age Three Denise Carver, travelling with her parents as Dennis Carver at the time, was injured in a car accident and treated for the injuries there." "The same time as the three years of blank time in the other's lives began," Tiffany finally added her thoughts. "You know it, and there's no record of who the Anonymous persons were who paid for the treatments. But she was released and returned to the states, and her Grandparents four months after the accident." "Justine, I want you to tell me everything you know. I can't afford any surprises right now. Do you know what governments are involved?" "All of them, not the governments but the intelligence agencies. The ones no one wants to talk about." "We'll talk more later," Maddie informed her. "Ma'am," prompted the pilot. "We have a Private jet inbound that just popped up on radar. They will land thirteen minutes behind us. They're requesting to meet with you." "Who are they?" "The flight plan says they left out of Tokyo, but the registration shows Switzerland," The pilot stated. "Keep me informed. Are we ahead of that passenger jet?" "Yes Ma'am, by twenty minutes." They were met by the Consular General, who handed both Justine and Tiffany Credentials. Then requested each give a blood sample. While that was being analyzed he asked them to look into the retinal scanner. Smiling he said, "Thank you ladies. Welcome to the Service." They hurried to the receiving gate and stood in the gangway as it extended out to the plane. But before the door was opened a stair truck pulled up to the offside rear exit door. Followed by an Armored car and five Black Sedans. "Get this door open now!" Maddie demanded as masked armed men began storming up the stairs. She stood helpless as she watched Suspect Alpha, aka Derrick/Denise/Dejevu being lead into the back of the Armored car. She pulled out her cell phone but had no signal. "Shit these assholes have a Blackout running," she was leading the way at a full run up the gangway. "We have to get to the other gate. Michelle you go with Tiffany. Justine you and I are going out to the tarmac." As they reached the midway point they were met by members of the RCMP. "We are at your Service Ma'am." Janet Michelson was dumbfounded when two separate groups stormed her flight. She had no idea why she was cuffed and escorted off under heavy guard. "Look I got this call that said I had to get on this plane. I don't know why. But when someone threatens your child's life you do what they say," She was in tears. "Your Son is with his father here?" Maddie asked knowing the answer already. "Yeah Steven gets him during the school year, then I get him during the summer and next year." The RCMP, reported that both were safe as the little convoy made its way to meet with them. "Did the caller say anything at all?" "Yeah just that they were trying to clear up some misunderstandings. She said her name was Dejevu." "Dejevu?" One of the RCMP's asked. "Where have I heard that before?" A tap at the door to the private office showed an obviously high ranked official. "I work for the Firm, I just want to assure you we have no interest in Miss Michelson. She was a failed experiment. You won't be seeing the other one again. And I assure you operation Dejevu was terminated years ago," Before anyone could say anything he turned and left amid a throng of armed Security. "Great, now how are we going to get Carver out of Prison?" demanded Tiffany. "We have the DNA we took from the last victim in St Louis. It's a 100% match with that taken from Danielle Harris, aka Derrick Dozer, left under the fingernails of his last victims." They took a DNA sample from Janet, before leaving so there would be registration in case of further problems. On the flight to Oak Hills, Michelle was busy catching up her homework. Both Tiffany and Justine were still with them as they flew first class. She'd just finished submitting her homework when the fasten seat belts sign pinged on. A flight attendant said, "Excuse me Miss Grey?" Both Maddie and Michelle said, "Yes." The attendant blushed. "I noticed your Pin," she fingered her own pin from Miss Clara's. "I don't often see a Sister flying first class." She and Michelle began talking and were still exchanging information as they departed the plane. They met the governor at the prison, along with medical experts from the FBI who wished to run the DNA one last time. Denise Carver had no idea why they had suddenly pulled her from Solitary confinement on death row. Or why they were being so nice to her now. But she wasn't going to question it. They'd given her clean clothes, and a shower, and even stood by allowing her to shave her legs and armpits for the first time in six months. She was setting at the stainless steel table when six people came in followed by the warden and the head medical doctor of the prison. "You have the DNA for comparison?" "Yes, I require a fresh sample from Miss Carver," said a young man with an FBI Forensics ID. "Here you are," offered the prisons doctor. "Sorry there is no evidence tag on that. I'll draw one myself," He turned to Denise. "Miss Carver, I just need a drop please." "Sure, Why not? What'd they do, up my execution date?" she was resigned, beaten mentally, and sarcasm sure wasn't going to hurt her. "No, this is going to prove your innocence." "Sure it will, it's what proved my guilt," She snorted. "Miss Carver, My name is David Kimball. I need to know if you ever saw this person before," He opened a folder with a picture of Danielle Harris. "She looks just like me," she looked up at him. "How about this one, or this one?" he laid the pictures of Janet Michelson and Derrick Dozer out, side by side. Stapled to the photo of Dozer was the DNA results confirming a 100% match to the evidence taken from all Seven victims. "Sir, it's 97.4333%. Definitely not the same person." "Warden, I want her released this instant," both the Governor and Kimball demanded. "Miss Carver, you have my deepest apologies for the inconveniences caused by this misunderstanding," continued the governor. "If there is anything we can do for you please ask." "Can you give me my life back, the life I had before you ripped it apart?" she asked quietly. And then the tears began to flow. "I want my Boy, where's my boy." "You're boy?" "My Dog, what happened to him? He was all I had left in the world," She said. "I'm sorry I'm sure the local police can find him for you, it'll be ok." "No it won't!" she screamed as she lunged for the governor who had pushed so hard for a speedy conviction hoping for more reelection votes. David Kimball and Maddie caught her before she could reach him. "Denise, I have him. He's safe and waiting for you," David Kimball said. She looked at him startled. "How, how did you get hold of him? Oh god he has to be starved to death." "He's lost a lot of weight, but we've been playing tapes of your voice to get him to eat. Come on we'll go see him," They were guiding her outside. They had just stepped outside the gates when a young man opened the back door of a SUV. A huge Rottweiler bounded out jumping up knocking her down. The two rolled happily on the ground, Denise crying tears of joy as the huge dog licked her face. "Miss Carver, When you've had time to adjust to your freedom I'd like to offer you a job," Maddie said to her. "You came to see me before the trial. Before the DNA evidence was presented." "Yes and had I taken the time to question it then this might have been avoided. But I was told at that time it was a 100% match. And I could use you on my team, if you're willing that is." "What do I have to offer?" "Like you, my former life was destroyed by someone who shared more than just looks. Only DNA can prove the difference in cases like ours," Maddie said. "I believe the occurrences are more frequent than believed possible before now. But I'll wait until you've had a chance to recover before I go into detail." Looking at both Tiffany and Justine she asked. "Are you like me? You're more than just identical?" "Yes we are," Justine said. "And I'm hoping you'll help us. But I wouldn't blame you if you said no." "Can I keep Romeo with me?" she asked ruffling the dogs ears. "He's part of you. Of course he is welcome no matter where we go in our investigations," Maddie confirmed. "Now how would you like to get out of that jump suit? Orange really isn't your color."