Alexandra and Carrie were letting themselves into the house after being dropped off by their mother after dinner. Beth had been called away to speak with Serena at her office and since the twins rebelled against going with their mother. Beth gave in and allowed the kids to return home and have a relaxing evening. As she knew the twins could handle themselves for a little while.
“I wish we had answers,” Alexandra muttered as they locked the door behind them and headed for her room. “I hate unanswerable questions.”
“Me to,” Carrie said. “At least we might be able to complete our family tree if any of this does pan out.” she smirked.
“Yeah,” Alexandra said as she booted up her computer and did some magic tricks to get some of the information she craved. She looked up this Grace Evans. She had learned enough from the report to know where this Grace was located. She looked up Roswell, New Mexico. She then looked up their high schools. But first she checked if she could read anything on this girl.
A newspaper article came up, with the heading,
LOCAL STUDENT WINS FIRST PLACE IN THE NEW MEXICO DEBATE CHAMPIONSHIPS.
Grace Evans; age 15 who attends West Roswell High School was awarded the gold medal for winning the 25th annual New Mexico Debate Championships. Ms. Evans was paired with Darby Frakes; the twosome won over a team from an Albuquerque private school. The prize this year is a gold medal and a check for $25,000 dollars to be split between the winners.
“You think this is the one we’re looking for?” Carrie asked as she looked over her sister’s shoulders. “Wow, twenty-five thousand dollars.”
“Yeah,” Alexandra said as she pushed on another article for the same accomplishment. “This one has a picture.” she said as she looked it up. And hairs on her arms rose as she saw the picture. “Um, Carrie. Doesn’t she look familiar?”
“Yes,” Carrie said quietly. “She looks like us. She looks like a young version of Mom,” she whispered.
“And look who she is standing by,” Alexandra said with a frown as they read the caption.
“Co-Winner Grace Evans of Roswell, New Mexico is posing with the gold medal along with her father, Max.”
“That’s the same guy from that other picture. The wedding one,” Carrie remarked. “Is it possible?” she asked. “Does that man look like our father?”
“I don’t know,” Alexandra whispered right back. “But he looks exactly like the guy in my dreams. You know the special ones.”
“I know,” Carrie said. “Mine too.”
*******
“This is good,” Grace was saying to Jake as they took a seat in the movie theatre. “I know you weren’t crazy about the idea of going to this movie. But this is the type of nice fluffy movie I need tonight,” she smiled. “I know it has to be a chore for you.”
“It’s nothing. I am always in a mood for romantic fluff,” Jake said. “There is a time and place for horror flicks or intrigue. Romantic fluff is always needed.”
“Hey funny Guerin,” Grace smiled. “Anyway, thank you.”
“No problem,” Jake said as the lights to the theatre turned down and the movie started on the big screen.
*******
“Grace isn’t home?” Jim asked as he walked into the Evans home; a home that Max had bought with Liz shortly after she became pregnant with Grace and a home that Max had clung to in the wake of losing his wife and becoming a single father to his little girl.
“At a movie with Jake,” Max said. “Come on in, I just got home myself. The case I had ran a little later than I anticipated in court.”
“Good or bad?” Jim asked.
“Brad St. James pleaded guilty to the drug charges. He got six months suspended, probation for another six months with a successful enrollment and completion of a drug program to wipe the six months suspended off the books.”
“Seems reasonable,” Jim conceded. “It was a tough case. Hopefully this scare gets him to clean up.”
“I hope so to,” Max said as they walked into the living room. “And early signs do point to maybe it’s has woken him up or least gotten through to him and maybe he’ll get the help he needs.
“Why is it that you wanted me to stop by?” Jim asked as they took a seat on the couch. “I assume it’s something important since you didn’t want your daughter to overhear the conversation. Am I, right?”
“Right,” Max said. “As I said at the café, it’s not about Tommy. I haven’t figured out what I am going to do yet about that matter.”
“All I am saying is try and be careful. Given who his parents are, you and the rest of the gang could be opening a hornet’s nest if it backfires.” Jim warned. “I don’t want anyone hurt or even worse your secret being revealed.”
“Oh, I know which is why I am taking my time with my plan of action.” Max said as she thought of the creep Tommy Ellis. He knew Grace didn’t need the aggravation of dealing with her father killing Ellis on her birthday weekend and she needed time to emotionally recover from her experience in New Haven. “Tommy Ellis unless he trips up can wait for another day.”
Jim nodded.
“Anyway, the reason why I wanted you to stop by is due to a discovery Grace made this afternoon. On a joyride, out to the caves to visit her mother’s memorial site in her new car; she got led into the cave chamber.”
“
The chamber?” Jim asked.
“Yes,” Max said. “She sometimes goes out there to talk. Heck sometimes I also go when I don’t feel like going to the cemetery,” he sighed. “Anyway, she says that she saw a vision.”
“A vision?” Jim asked. “Ghostly?”
“So, she says because the person she saw is dead,” Max acknowledged. “A death we all experienced firsthand.”
“Liz?” Jim asked quietly as he wondered if the detectives had it all wrong and Liz had really died back fourteen years prior in that crash.
“No,” Max said.
“Who was it then?” Jim asked as he looked at Max’s face to see if he could get any clue. “Whom?”
“Alex,” Max said quietly.
“Alex Whitman?” Jim asked as she instantly was taken back to the night of the car crash. Yet another crash that taken someone so bright and someone who had so much potential in this world but got it all taken away because of an evil mad woman and it was during his forced hiatus from the department and he had stumbled onto the crash one night coming home from a night out when he discovered that Alex Whitman had been killed in what initially looked to be a car crash. But they later discovered that it was staged…
Staged Jim though as memories of Alex’s death and the fallout from that time popped into his head.
Could it be? Could it be what happened to Liz except this time Liz didn’t really die?
“Jim?” Max asked. “Are you okay?” he wondered as he saw the blank look on the Sheriff’s face at the mention of Alex’s death. “I am sorry if this reopens old wounds,” he said carefully as they both remembered when the fallout from Alex’s death had impacted Jim’s home just as much as it had anyone else. Especially as it had been revealed that Kyle had been part of the cover-up, an unwittingly accomplice after the fact when it was revealed that Tess Harding killed Alex and staged the accident to make it look like an accident and used Kyle along the way to set up the stage.
“What?” Jim asked as he snapped back to reality. “Oh. Sorry. You said she saw Alex’s vision. Ghost maybe?”
“That is what she said?” Max said. “It freaked her out of course. She was alone, so no one could backup her claim but given my daughter’s status apart from being human; I believe her.”
“I believe her too,” Jim nodded.
“And I remember shortly after his death; Alex would appear for Isabel. Just randomly to help her with her grief and console her. And help her plan her future. Given she was contemplating running off to California at the time.” Max said as he remembered back to that time in question as it hadn’t been pretty for him or Liz. It had been trying for all of them and they almost hadn’t gotten out of it in one piece.
“So, there is precedent?” Jim asked.
“Yes,” Max said. “Anyway, he asked for a message to come to be in which he said to go back to the ‘night’ and look at the circumstances of that night.”
“What night?” Jim asked as a feeling of being unsettled settled over him as he couldn’t help but wonder if Alex’s presence had anything to do with kicking up the dirt of the circumstances of Liz’s death and questions into whether she was truly dead or the Jane Doe in Connecticut.
“I don’t know,” Max said. “Grace said Alex wasn’t specific. Just that he had unfinished business to conduct which is why he was still around these parts after all this time. And, when he was fading; he led Grace to this” Max said as he handled the wallet to Jim. “I know my daughter has many abilities, but I doubt she would come up with this if she even wanted to. Because of the memories, it would invoke,” he said as he watched as Jim opened and his jaw drop. “Yes, I know.”
“Is this real?” Jim asked.
“As real as I can be certain of at this moment that it’s her wallet from the time of the crash. See the picture of Grace in the wallet. It was taken on her second birthday. And there is a clear reference to the year she was killed, so it was as current as Liz would have had it at the time of her death as the driver’s license had been recently replaced because she had her wallet stolen about three months before the crash. She had just gotten her hair redone when she took the picture for the license.” Max said quietly as he remembered back to the time before the accident that had changed his life.
“Her wallet was stolen?” Jim asked.
“It was nothing sinister I don’t think. Liz believed it got taken by mistake or she dropped it somehow at work.” Max said. “Between working at two hospitals, and medical school, it was plenty of places she could have left it by mistake. But she wasn’t taking any chance, so she replaced everything, cancelled the credit cards. Including the style of the wallet and Grace’s birthday was in March; so, that picture was indeed new.”
“Could this just be a fake?” Jim asked.
“I want to believe it. Because if isn’t; why was it in the chamber and not burned up in the wreck along with Liz.” Max quietly asked. “I don’t know Jim. That is why I am bringing it to you. Anyway, you can do any testing to see if it’s legit and not someone’s idea of a sick joke?”
“Sure,” Jim asked. “I’ll be checking into it.”
“Thank you,” Max said. “It freaked out Grace when she saw it. And it led to a lot of questions I didn’t know the answers to. My daughter is going through a lot these days and I want to be able to tell her it was someone’s sick prank.”
“I know you do,” Jim nodded as he walked to the door with Max. “Although if it is, how did it get into the chamber? That place is closed off right. Only a handprint of the human alien or alien hybrid persuasion can open it, right?”
“Right,” Max sighed. “Only Michael, Isabel, myself and all the kids minus Jake can open it.” he sighed. “The younger kids haven’t tried yet, but because Grace and Elizabeth have managed to make it in there at times, so we know the next generation can get in.”
“Which of course brings up the question I must ask, who would be sick enough to pull this kind of trick on you guys if only a select few have access to the chamber in the first place?” Jim asked.
“That is something I wish I could answer but I can’t?” Max said as he watched Jim leave his home.
******
“What is it?” Beth asked as she walked into Serena’s room off her office as Max was meeting with Jim back in Roswell. “It sounded like an emergency?”
“Not so much but a mystery. No kids?” Serena asked as she passed a bottle of beer to her friend as she sat on her couch in her little apartment she had installed off the office in case she had any late nights.
“They rebelled. I can’t say I blame them. They wanted to get home once dinner was completed,” Beth said. “They are pretty independent and strong teenagers. But I promised I wouldn’t be long. So, what is this about?” she asked. “Is there any trouble at home?”
“Nope, everything is fine at home with Keith and the kids.” Serena smiled. “They probably filled up on too much junk food at the monster truck show, but that is Keith’s problem to deal with for tonight. Anyways, I was looking at your results and they were indeed mysterious.”
“How so?” Beth asked.
“Come look,” Serena said as they took their bottles and headed to the lab. “I needed a drink to comprehend what I found.”
“What?” Beth asked as dread came over her. “I am okay right. The kids are healthy, right?”
“Oh, you guys are perfectly healthy. In fact, very healthy so no worries there.” Serena smiled before turning to a frown. “Sorry if I worried you. You, the girls are having no issues with your health. That is not what making me reach for the alcohol.”
“Then what is it?” Beth asked as they walked into the lab portion of the office. “I forget sometimes how big this office is,” she remarked.
“Anytime you want to come and join the practice. You would be more and welcome. I can make some adjustments to the layout. Yeah, I got a pretty good deal on this place back when I took it over.”
“Sorry not right now,” Beth smiled. “I still love the hospital. Although there are days the commute can be annoying.”
“I bet, the commute was one of the primary reasons I got out” Serena asked as she set up the microscope. “Look,” she gestured to her friend.
“What am I looking at?” Beth asked as she looked at the microscope.
“Your slide,” Serena said. “And your blood sample.”
“What?” Beth asked as she focused the scope and looked closer on the slide. And could see what was troubling her friend. “This is impossible,” she said. “Isn’t it.” she asked as she looked down at the oddly misshapen blood cells. “They aren’t that misshapen, but they look a little odd.”
“I know,” Serena said as she picked up one of the slides of the twins; Alexandra and put it under the microscope to show Beth. “Now look at this?”
Beth felt faint as she looked at her daughter’s slide. “Whose is this?” she asked as she instantly saw the same misshapen blood cells but much more pronounced. “These even look worse than mine.”
“Alexandra” Serena sighed. “Carrie is the same which would not be surprising since they are identical.”
“Damn, what is going on?” Beth asked as she stood up and looked at her friend. “You said the kids are healthy.”
“They are?” Serena assured her friend. “Further investigation has indicated that the cells are completely normal. No illness or anything to indicate a reason for the way the cells are shaped.
“The twins and I were hospitalized for so long thirteen years ago. How come no one noticed or commented on this before?”
“Babies can change and develop over time, so their cells might have looked relatively normal when they were born. Just like features become defined as time goes on. And even if you have a mixed raced child; you don’t always know the color the child will be completely for some time. Which of course could be tricky for paternity cases before the DNA test is done. And in this case; it’s quite possible the twins’ blood cells looked normal or no one really looked at the oddness of the shape. It looked normal, so it passed initial inspection.”
“But the DNA test they undertook?” Beth asked. “If their blood cells are not normal, how come no one figured out anything?”
“Who really knows? Be glad they didn’t,” Serena advised. “Everything else appears to be normal “But I would love to arrange some brain scans to see if there are any changes regarding the brain or it’s strictly blood.”
“Okay by me,” Beth said. “Dr. Francisco did say I should get a scan due those flashes I was having,” she sighed. “Maybe it will be good to see if anything else is up. But I don’t want the twins involved yet. They have been going through a lot and now with the news of the match with that other girl,” she sighed. “I don’t want to involve them unless I have to.”
“Sure thing,” Serena smiled. “I figured you would say that, so I went ahead and made an appointment at another hospital, so it can be done in secret and before you ask; this friend who has arranged it will be discreet. And I’ll be in on all the results” she said. “What’s your plan in the morning?”
“I am off work this weekend. Alex has an all-day spa birthday and sleepover party to go to for one of her friends from school. Carrie has swim practice and then the rest of the day is made up of dance practice and dress rehearsal for her dance recital next week. So, I am free in the morning. The afternoon I had been planning to do some grocery shopping for when I was working the late shift next week. You know lunches and stuff.”
“Okay, I got you an appointment for 9:30 a.m. I’ll swing by to pick you up after you drop off Carrie and Alex at their scheduled activities.” Serena said as Beth went for the door to get home to the girls. “Call me if you want to talk.”
Beth nodded as she left.
*******
Guerin Investigations
“Mary,” Michael yelled from his office. “I am wrapping it up for the day. Got to get home to wife and kids.” he smiled as he looked at the pictures that littered his desk of Maria and of the kids. A life he hadn’t expected to have or want. It had snuck up on him and he cherished every moment he had with them as the years went by and he loved them even more than all those years, ago when he and Maria had been so dysfunctional in high school. Who knew that they could make a marriage with children work but they had and now it was coming up to eighteen years of marriage. He felt blessed as he powered down his computer. When he had come back from New York dejected after the break up with Maria he hadn’t known what to do with his life. Working at the Crashdown wasn’t a career or a job he would want for the rest of his life. Being Max’s second in command felt like a calling but there was no job in that endeavor since they were supposed to keep their existence on the down low, so little by little he found himself helping on missions or keeping guard of the family.
And before long it became a career when after his marriage to Maria he started up his own business having gone for his private investigator badge and passing with flying colors. And free-lancing landed bigger and bigger jobs and enough capital to expand into a full fledge business, which became
Guerin Investigations which had just enough business to keep all expenses paid and black ink flowing. Locking up his desk he heard the door open and he without looking, “I said I am leaving.”
“Oh, sorry Michael.” came the voice, which made Michael look up. “Maybe we can schedule this for tomorrow.”
“Oh Jim, it’s just you,” Michael said as he sat up. “I thought it was Mary trying to wrestle a last-minute client on me that she forgot about when I am trying to get home since going to Grace’s party last night meant I had to work later than I wished tonight.”
“I know the feeling,” Jim smiled. “Thankfully being Sheriff I have a deputy who can handle it unless it’s serious.”
“Well I don’t,” Michael said. “Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Just briefly,” Jim smiled. “I wanted to get home too. Amy is getting off about now from the Crashdown. Since we have the grandkids tomorrow night; we wanted to have some privacy tonight.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Michael said. “Anyway, what is it you wanted to discuss?”
“I need a under the table investigation. Hush hush, top secret” Jim said. “I don’t want my name involved. I just want a quick look at this person to see what is going on and if the facts as I know them to be are legit.”
“Is there anything to be concerned about?” Michael asked as he took a notepad out of his bag. “Sure. I can handle it. I don’t have anything pressing now.”
“You might have to take a trip. If you do, I want you and Kyle to go. He would help with the identification if one is needed.”
“What is this about Jim?” Michael asked a little worried. “Why would I need Kyle’s assistance?”
“Let’s say history says that he might be of some help. I can’t explain it, but I need you to do a background check on a
Beth Evans of
New Haven, Connecticut. I am not sure where she lives; it could be she lives nearby and not in New Haven. I believe she’s a doctor at the medical center. All I need you to check up on the details of her life over the last fourteen years or so, go back as far as you can until present day, and get back to me and let me know if you need to head there…” Jim said.
“Sure,” Michael said. “Beth Evans, maiden or married name?” Michael asked. “Do you know if she’s originally from Connecticut or the East Coast?”
“I don’t know,” Jim said. “That is what I need you to check up on. I am sorry I can’t give you more details. But I don’t want to put you in a terrible position with secrecy until I know more.”
“Sure thing,” Michael repeated as he took his stuff and walked Jim the door. “So why is this Beth Evans so interesting to you?”
“You’ll see,” was all Jim said as he nodded his good-bye to Michael and left the office.
Leaving Michael to look after Jim wonder what his friend was up to with this mystery mission of his. “Hey,” he said to his assistant Mary. “Go home. I need to stay for a few more minutes. And then I’ll be leaving. Say hello to Joe for me okay.”
“Sure thing Mr. Guerin,” Mary nodded as she picked up her jacket and purse and left the office and Michael alone. Michael went back into his office. And booted up his computer and started the search for information on
Beth Evans.
*******
“Girls I am home,” Beth was calling throughout her home as she entered the lock front door. “Where are you two?” he asked as she set the alarm and locked the front door and went to find her daughters.
“Up here,” Carrie called from Alexandra’s bedroom where they were still viewing the information they had gathered over the internet.
“Oh no, my two daughters and the internet, that can’t be a good combination,” Beth joked as she walked into Alexandra’s bedroom and looked at the guilty expression come over her daughter’s faces. “What did you two do now?”
“Nothing Mom,” Carrie tried saying but Beth looked at the other twin with a look of amusement.
“Okay we were just doing a little surfing,” Alexandra blurted.
“I hope you didn’t try to climb over those barriers I placed on your computers?” Beth asked. She’d had Keith; Serena’s husband children proof the computers when she had bought them for the twin’s bedroom when they turned 12. And as far as she knew, they hadn’t done anything to worry about yet.
“No Mom,” Alexandra said. “They are perfectly acceptable sites.”
“Good,” Beth said. “What did you two discover?”
“This?” Carrie said as she showed the newspaper articles to their mother. She and Alexandra knew they couldn’t keep anymore secrets from their mother. And it affected Beth as much as it did them.
“What,” Beth asked as she looked at the account of the debate win. And realized while she was with Serena that the girls were going fishing for information.
“We think we found our dad,” Carrie blurted as she showed the picture they had printed out of the girl in New Mexico and her father. “Look, he’s so familiar.”
“How do you know? You guys haven’t met your father. Or if you have, I wouldn’t know it given how my memory is.”
“We know,” Alexandra said as she went to her desk and searched for the wedding photo from another newspaper article when she had been searching for information on
Maria Deluca Guerin. “Look at this.”
“Where did you find this?” Beth asked as she looked at the picture and saw the same man dancing behind the couple who had just gotten married. And in the photo the man was dancing with a female that looked awfully familiar.
“Mom, is that you?” Alexandra asked.
*******
“Thank you for the movie Jake,” Grace smiled as they got out of Jake’s car. She smiled to see her new car in the driveway of the home she shared with her father. “It was better than I expected.”
“You expected trashy romance, didn’t you?” Jake smiled as they walked up the front path to the front door.
“No, but I didn’t expect it to be as deep as it was. It was nice fluff but with a message,” Grace smiled. “You liked it more than you though you would, didn’t you?”
“Of course,” Jake said. “So, tomorrow night is your party.”
“Yup,” Grace said. “Elizabeth is coming over to get ready and then we’ll head to the party. So, I guess we’ll see you there?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.” Jake said as he smiled. “See you tomorrow” he said before turning and heading back to his car while Grace walked into the house.
******
“You are home later than I expected,” Maria said as she put a plate of spaghetti with meatballs in front of her husband. “You called two hours, ago and said you were on your way. What happened?”
“Last minute information came on a new potential case and I needed to figure what it all meant before I came home,” Michael said as she picked up his fork. “Is Belle in bed?”
“Not yet. She’s reading her favorite Harry Potter book with her sister. But you got home just in time,” Maria smiled. “Jake is still out with Grace. Colin and Liam are watching a movie.”
“Sorry I am late,” Michael said. “You made a delicious dinner.”
“Thanks,” Maria smiled. “Tomorrow is still on schedule. Max, Isabel and Kyle are coming over for dinner and drinks.”
“That should be entertaining,” Michael grinned.
“So, what kept you at work?” Maria asked as she sat across from Michael at the kitchen table.
“A last-minute case,” Michael said as he thought of the information he had gathered before leaving the office. They mystery of it all getting him more and more intrigued and made him wonder what Jim was up to. “It’s in the preliminary stages so I can’t talk about it,” he said as he thought of the warning Jim gave him. “I might have to go out of town on the case.”
“Really?” Maria asked. “You rarely have to go away for more than a day. It’s usually me who has to go away on behalf of my books.”
“I know,” Michael smiled. He had been proud of all the success that his wife had achieved. It had worried him in the early days when it became apparent that Maria was writing what she knew best; his own personal chaos. And they all knew that Maria was fictionalizing Max and Liz’s love story and all the alien complications they had faced over the years, yet she did it in innovative ways that didn’t make the people out of their little circle suspicious that something may be up with the alien human hybrid squad and he was grateful for that as he tried to raise his family in Roswell. “Anyway, it’s a possibility. I’ll know more tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Maria smiled knowing when to stop questioning about his work. She knew he would talk about it when the time came. “I’m going be writing so you don’t have to worry about me or the kids if you do have to go out of town.”
Michael nodded as the though back to the discoveries of the case.
Beth Evans residing in Madison, Connecticut hadn’t existed before November 30, 2008 when a social security number along with a birth certificate under the name of Evans were issued. To Michael it didn’t look like it was a case of a stolen identity since per his preliminary analysis that it seemed like a there was a legal name change application request filed so that she could formally change her name to Beth Evans. But the original name was still under deep background and would need further diving to research the origins of Jim’s mystery woman. But because he had wanted to go get home; he couldn’t go much further except to get the address of the Evans woman and to figure out that she was now a doctor at New Haven Medical and working as a pediatrician out of the hospital. He would have to look more into the case. “I am going to have to go into the office.”
“Okay,” Maria nodded. “Max, Isabel and Kyle will be here around 6 p.m. I am taking the Belle, Colin and Liam to their sleepovers around 5. Elizabeth is heading over to Grace’s to change for the party around 3 if I can follow our daughter’s schedule. So, don’t try to work too late because I am going to need reinforcements tomorrow night.”
“I won’t. Mary is off tomorrow. So, it’s just me and the paperwork stacked up on my desk and more investigation of this new case that fell on my desk tonight. I don’t figure I’ll need to spend the full day. It will just be in and out.”
*******
“This is truly a small town,” Trevor MacIntosh said as he walked into Sandra’s motel room with a bag of burgers from the Crashdown. I though New Haven was small. But this town is small in comparison to New Haven.
“There is something simplistic about this town,” Sandra smiled as she looked in the bag as she sat at the desk in the motel room. “I think I could like living here. It’s nice and peaceful.” she though. “Life doesn’t appear to be much of a rush here in Roswell.”
“Nah, give me New Haven or New York. I like the bigger town feel.” Trevor said as he thought about the life he and his wife led with their son. “This place is too small and slow for me.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Sandra smiled as she dug into her burger and fries while sipping on her milkshake. “Now about the case, I have come to some preliminary conclusions.”
“What is that?” Trevor asked.
“I am more and more convinced the cases are linked. That Elizabeth Parker Evans is Jane Doe now known as Beth Evans.”
“How so?” Trevor asked as he took a bite of his burger. “We still don’t have access to all the information” he muttered, convinced the Sheriff was playing with them on some of the aspects of the case or at least delaying them finding out more information.
“I was curious, so I decided to check with Trixie and asked her to email me a recent picture of Beth Evans that she could find so that I could use it to compare with a picture of Elizabeth Parker Evans that I collected from her graduating class yearbook in the local library when she graduated from West Roswell High School. Trixie could only dig up a picture and, so I compared them, and they are eerie. They could match as sisters even when you take into consideration that Jane Doe is now nearly fourteen years older and due to her accident had some plastic surgery so some of her features are slightly different. I’ve asked Trixie to compare them to see if I am right in my conclusion that they could match up.”
“Show me,” Trevor said.
“Here,” Sandra handed the pictures. “Do you believe me now? Can’t you see the similar structure of the woman?” she asked. “Of course, there are differences if I am up to date on the case, the Jane Doe did have some plastic surgery as she recovered from her injuries, but I am told nothing was done to totally change her facial features. It was merely cosmetic mostly.”
“Wow. They could be siblings,” Trevor said as she looked at the two photos. “But they always say anyone has a twin out there in the world.
“Maybe but they could also be the same person.” Sandra said quietly.