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  NAME OF OFFICER: Detective Elizabeth Childs

  NAME OF OFFICER’S SUPERIOR: Lieutenant Gavin Hardcastle

  INJURED OR DECEASED’S GENDER: ☐ MALE ☒ FEMALE

  INJURED OR DECEASED’S ETHNICITY: ☐ NATIVE ☐ WHITE ☒ ASIAN ☐ AFRICAN AMERICAN ☐ LATINO ☐ OTHER ☐ NOT AVAILABLE

  LOCATION OF INCIDENT: Alley on the 400 block of Graeme Avenue

  INCIDENT RESULTED IN: Death by GSW.

  INJURED OR DECEASED PERSON: ☒ Carried, exhibited, or used a deadly weapon. ☐ Did not carry, exhibit, or use a deadly weapon.

  POLICE OFFICER’S GENDER: ☐ MALE ☒ FEMALE

  POLICE OFFICER’S AGE: 30

  POLICE OFFICER’S ETHNICITY: ☐ NATIVE ☒ WHITE ☐ ASIAN ☐ AFRICAN AMERICAN ☐ LATINO ☐ OTHER ☐ NOT AVAILABLE

  DURING INCIDENT, OFFICER WAS: ☐ ON DUTY ☒ OFF DUTY

  OFFICER WAS RESPONDING TO CALL OR REQUEST WITH ONE OR MORE OFFICERS: ☐ YES ☒ NO

  INCIDENT OCCURRED DURING OR AS A RESULT OF: ☐ Emergency call or Request for assistance ☐ Traffic stop ☐ Execution of a warrant ☐ Hostage or other emergency situation ☒ Other

  IF “OTHER,” SPECIFY TYPE OF CALL:

  I was responding to a tip from a confidential informant regarding the Sun Jewelry heist (see file R74921), received late at night when I was off-duty. CI informed me that Xan Yip—wanted in the US for racketeering—was involved, and could be found on or near the 400 block of Graeme. I immediately followed up on that tip, canvassing on that block. I did not bring backup, but I did inform my partner, Detective Arthur Bell, of my intention to try to locate Yip.

  At or about 11:35 p.m., I saw someone I believed to be Yip. I identified myself. The person who may or may not have been Yip turned and ran. I gave chase, and saw an Asian woman who also looked like Yip. She reached into her coat, and I feared she was Yip drawing a weapon on me. (The hot sheet from the States said that Yip owned a nine-millimeter, and so was to be considered armed and dangerous.) I discharged my weapon in self-defense, only to discover that it was not Yip, but rather a citizen named Margaret Chen.

  I immediately called it in and surrendered my weapon to the Internal Affairs officer. I also called Detective Bell for moral support.

  Det. Art Bell was Beth’s partner. He investigated both Katja and “Sarah’s” deaths, eventually discovering that it was Beth who died, with Sarah posing as his partner. Out of love for Beth, he has become a staunch ally, even as forces within the police have been arrayed against the sisters.

  To: Beth

  From: Art

  Subject: You OK?

  Sending this on the personal e-mail, since they monitor the work ones. I’m seriously getting worried here, Beth.

  I’m covering for you. You know I’m covering for YOU. And I’m your partner, so I’ll keep covering, but this shit has to stop soon.

  I don’t know if you’re using again. I don’t want to know. But Hardcastle keeps asking me if you’re doing the program and going to meetings, and I keep looking at him like he’s crazy and saying, of course she is, why wouldn’t she, when the truth is, I have no damn clue, and I’m worried.

  Hardcastle’s a cop. He used to be a really good detective before they promoted him. And he knows that partners cover for each other. In fact, I remember when I first got my gold shield, Hardcastle used to regularly cover for Martinez.

  Now I can say that you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing, but if you’re not doing what you’re supposed to be doing, then BOTH of our asses are on the line.

  So get your shit together, dipshit.

  —Art

  To: MK

  From: Beth

  Subject: twins

  I have no idea if replying to your encrypted e-mail will even work, especially since that isn’t a real e-mail address. I just hope that you have some way to see this.

  Yesterday, I met up with Alison Hendrix. It was one thing to see the pictures you sent me, but to actually meet her was bizarre. She looks just like me, yet doesn’t look anything like me. It was very surreal.

  Obviously, we’re all part of some kind of experiment. I’ve spoken over the phone to Cosima and Katja like you asked, but I don’t think we should continue to do so. Or if we do, we should make like drug crews and use burner phones. Alison said she had a friend who could get them for her. I could do it myself even more easily, but a cop buying a burner has bad optics. I’ve got enough bad optics going on in my life right now. Alison said she could talk it up as a school project for her kids, and that’s probably a better cover story than I could come up with.

  Well, no, actually, I could do better, but a good investigator will take one look at me and think it’s something more devious. I don’t think Alison knows how to be devious. I also don’t know how she survives with that giant pole up her ass.

  Don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone about you, and I won’t. I know how confidential informants work. Besides, Katja seems to enjoy taking point on the whole thing, so as far as Cosima and Alison are concerned, she brought this to us.

  But I still need more information. When can I see you? In person? I get why you’re scared, and I’m scared too. Somebody is fucking with our lives, and we need to find out how and why.

  Beth

  From the diary of Dr. Delphine Cormier, University of Minnesota

  Elle m’a embrassé! Not as a friend but as a lover, on the mouth! Je ne sais pas quoi penser, quoi faire!

  Okay. Okay, so we had dinner, and I told her my story of leaving Claude behind, hoping she might open up about her own lovers. She is always partnered with Scott Smith in the lab, and I had wondered . . . But no, he looks at her with puppy eyes and she treats him as a colleague, nothing more. She told me at dinner that she had just gotten out of a relationship, but little else. Aldous met us as he and I had arranged, and it went no better than their first meeting. She wasn’t openly hostile, but nearly so. Even after he invited us to consider working for Dyad when we’re finished at school, an opportunity that most geneticists only dream of. Although, her mood improved noticeably after he left us.

  We went back to her apartment, laughing and chatting like old friends. But she seemed . . . anxious, perhaps. I thought it was because of Aldous, I thought she was becoming suspicious of me. I was certain of it when she said that it was time we admitted what our relationship was really all about. I expected her to confront me, accuse me of lying to her—and then she kissed me!

  My heart beats faster, my stomach in a sweet, tight knot when I think of it. I was shocked, not because I believed her to be straight—I saw in her file that she was quite open, sexually . . . but moi? Why did she kiss me? A diversion, to confuse me? Does she know who I really am? We’ve had such a fun, dynamic chemistry together, I thought we were becoming friends, close friends, and then she kissed me and now I don’t know, I don’t know anything. I reacted terribly, I pulled away and she was upset, she said she’d made a mistake. I told her it wasn’t, I said I was sorry, I babbled like an idiot and ran, the touch of her lips still warm against mine.

  I will not lie to myself. Beneath this confusion I am deeply flattered by her interest. And at the moment she kissed me I felt weak inside, melted with pleasure, with the rush of excitement that accompanies luxure (lust?). I have never been attracted to a woman before, but the thought of her in this way . . . I think of it now, and am astonished at what I so easily imagine. Cosima, brilliant and shining and funny, kissing me. Making love to me.

  Aldous is to meet with me tomorrow morning, to find out what she said about his offer. What will he say when I tell him? Is my position compromised, will someone else take over for me, to watch Cosima? I don’t want that, I don’t want to leave her . . . but everything is different now, everything has changed. I have already grown to admire her, to yearn for her company in my lonely new life. I want her to go with me back to Dyad. I don’t know what to do.

  SARAH MANNING

  DYAD INSTITUTE

  Manning, Sarah

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nbsp; PERSONNEL FILE

  DOB: 03-15-1984

  HEIGHT: 5’4”

  WEIGHT: 110 lbs.

  OCCUPATION: Small-time grifter. Specific family files reference Dyad Surrogate System (DSS); cross-reference with subject ID.

  SEE ALSO: SadlerS, DawkinsF, ManningK (#1K1a01), XHelena (#322d02/T).

  An orphan smuggled from the UK to North America by adoptive mother Siobhan Sadler in 1996. Because she was raised without observation, we can only assume that the subject was influenced negatively by her early life in and out of care (birth-8); juvenile delinquency led to an extensive file of nonviolent petty offenses including shoplifting, forgery, and identity theft. Subject demonstrates standard Leda traits including intelligence, stubbornness, and impulsive behavior. In 2007, at the age of twenty-three, Sarah gave birth to a daughter, Kira Manning, not listing a father’s name (father believed to be MorrisonC). Ms. Sadler took over caring for the child as Sarah’s criminal behavior continued, culminating in Sarah’s ten-month absence from Kira’s life in 2014–2015.

  Upon her return from running short cons with an abusive drug dealer (SotoV; aliases Victor Schmidt, Victor Smith, Vic Garza), Sarah witnessed the suicide by train of her “look-alike,” Elizabeth Childs (#317b31). Sarah took Elizabeth’s purse, discovering that the dead woman had recently deposited $75,000 into her bank account. As Ms. Sadler had refused to return custody of Kira to her adopted daughter after the ten-month abandonment, subject decided to steal the money in order to start a new life elsewhere, under a new identity, with her daughter and younger foster brother, Felix Dawkins. She enlisted Felix’s help to falsely identify Beth’s body as her own and moved into Beth’s apartment, studying Beth’s accent and manner from recordings and practicing Beth’s signature to deceive the bank, not realizing that her late genetic identical had secrets of her own. Besides being intimately involved with her chosen Dyad monitor (DierdenP; cross-reference Project Castor, military tribunal file 88m9125/dierden/intg.is; subsequent internal review of monitor selection process at dii/293.gw4.is), Elizabeth Childs was a police detective facing a review for her involvement in a “civilian” shooting (ChenM; also see 00s0407/chen/origplsc/017.is) and was already aware that she had several genetic identicals—a number of whom had been murdered recently. See insets regarding Proletheans, BellA, ObingerK (#311a55), EUPLGIs.

  —PROPERTY OF DYAD INSTITUTE—

  TRANSCRIPT OF POLICE INTERROGATION OF SARAH MANNING AND VICTOR SCHMIDT BY DETECTIVE LANCE JACOBY

  HAMILTON POLICE SERVICE

  INTERROGATION ROOM 2, DIVISION 2, KING STREET

  DETECTIVE LANCE JACOBY: Mr. Schmidt, Ms. Manning, I’m Detective Jacoby.

  VICTOR SCHMIDT: You mind telling us what this is about, Detective? My girlfriend and I were just minding our own business.

  DET. JACOBY: I realize that, but we need to discuss something with the pair of you.

  SARAH MANNING: The officers who took us in said something about how our names came up in an investigation. Which is a bit thin, honestly.

  DET. JACOBY: Are you two familiar with Mr. John Smith and his wife, Ms. Ariella Smith?

  SCHMIDT: Sure, we met them a few times. They have that house over on McMaster Avenue, right?

  MANNING: I think so, yeah.

  SCHMIDT: They seemed nice. What about them? They aren’t criminals, are they?

  DET. JACOBY: That’s funny. No, they’re not criminals. They say you are. You remember right, they live in 22 McMaster Avenue. They say you squatted in 24 McMaster, which just got sold. They say that you made it look like you two were the new buyers.

  SCHMIDT: That doesn’t sound right at all.

  MANNING: We happened to be standing in front of that house when we met them, I think. I don’t know where they got the notion that we owned it.

  DET. JACOBY: And then there’s the part where you convinced them to give you ten thousand dollars.

  SCHMIDT: Did they say we did that?

  MANNING: That’s a bit odd, isn’t it?

  SCHMIDT: I can assure you, Detective, we would never steal from anyone.

  DET. JACOBY: All right, let’s cut the shit, shall we? You don’t have a lawyer in here, there’s no Crown prosecutor in here, it’s just the three of us. Tell me the truth—it doesn’t go beyond this room. You fleeced the Smiths, didn’t you?

  MANNING: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Detective. We met the pair of them the once. We had a nice conversation. It happened to be in front of the address you said.

  DET. JACOBY: You expect me to believe that you didn’t try to convince them that you’d bought the place, but you had a check that didn’t clear fast enough and you needed a quick transfer of funds so the mortgage would go through and could they just lend you the money?

  SCHMIDT: I gotta say, that sounds like a pretty silly scam. I mean, you’d have to be a special kinda stupid to fall for that. Wouldn’t you say so, sweetheart?

  MANNING: What I expect you to believe, Detective, doesn’t really matter, now, does it? What matters is what you—or your friend the Crown prosecutor—can prove.

  SCHMIDT: And from where we’re sitting, you can’t prove a damn thing.

  DET. JACOBY: Maybe. But both of you have sheets in Toronto, Guelph, Kitchener, and Mississauga. And now you’re on our radar as well. Trust me, you won’t be able to pull this shit off for long.

  SCHMIDT: Funny, but I could’ve sworn I’ve heard all that before. Where was it?

  MANNING: C’mon, Vic, let’s go.

  SCHMIDT: Wait, I remember now! It was in Guelph. And in Toronto, and in Kitchener, and in Mississauga.

  MANNING: Let’s go, Vic.

  DET. JACOBY: Have a nice day, you two. And do yourselves a favor, and work your scams in another town.

  SCHMIDT: Yeah, ‘cause this town is so hard to work in.

  MANNING: Vic, shut up, and let’s go.

  This file is maintained under the Law. All documents contained herein are to be considered property of the Metropolitan Police Department. Access to file may be obtained through the Access to Information Act, pursuant to application through the Police Clerk’s Office. Files will be released at the discretion of the Clerk and/or Officer on duty at time of Application.

  19824-38572

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  ARREST RECORD MATCH

  BOOKING #: 5120473

  NAME: MANNING, SARAH

  PRIOR OFFENCES

  04-12-10 - THEFT UNDER $1000

  02-06-03 - ASSAULT NO WEAPON

  01-10-08 - VAGRANCY

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  -Sarah has a history of petty crimes

  -She stole Beth’s identity after her suicide and quickly fell in league with the other self-aware Ledas

  Secure E-Mail Server D7779841b

  To: David Benchman

  From: Major Paul Dierden

  Subject: Progress Report #105

  Benchman,

  Something significant has changed. It might be the breakthrough we need to get me in deeper with Dyad.

  Beth is either dead, incapacitated, or has gone into hiding. A different Leda clone has taken her identity. In order to maintain my cover, I am continuing to act as if I think this is Beth. But this new Leda clone is not her. Beth’s recent behavior has been erratic (to say the least). This clone’s strangeness is of a completely different variety.

  The new clone dresses in T-shirts with band names on them—Beth doesn’t even own a T-shirt that has any words or pictures. Plus, she deflected my attempts to talk to her with sex, a tactic Beth has not employed in a very long time.

  With apologies for oversharing, I have to also say that the intercourse itself was uncharacteristic as well. There’s no need for details, but Beth was never as adventurous as this new clone was.

  I think this clone is also in touch with the same other Leda clones Beth was in contact with.

  More important, I think this will provide an opportunity to go further into Dyad beyond Olivier Duval. “Learning” about other Leda clones via this new
one may permit me to go deeper into Dyad’s confidence, especially since our Afghanistan cover story remains intact, and they believe they have power over me.

  My next report will come in 24 hours.

  —Major P. Dierden

  Secure E-Mail Server D7772376Q

  To: David Benchman

  From: Major Paul Dierden

  Subject: Progress Report #102

  Benchman,

  If any mission is to be successful, you have to be patient. That was drilled into me back in Basic: Patience is the key to any mission. Rushing a mission only results in sloppy work and failure. This quality is even more necessary in undercover work.

  We have been extremely patient, and it has at last begun to bear fruit, thanks to the revelation that Beth is dead and that Sarah has replaced her. Not to mention the fact that Sarah is a previously unknown clone. Because of this, I am officially inside. I have met Dr. Aldous Leekie, the head of Neolution and supervisor of the Leda project.

  Now, however, the game becomes more dangerous. Who knows what the inside of Dyad will be like.

  My next report will come in 24 hours.

  —Major P. Dierden

  Secure E-Mail Server D7779841B

  TO: David Benchman

  From: Major Paul Dierden

  Subject: Progress Report #105

  Benchman,

  We knew Leekie had a supervisor. We also knew that the Duncans had raised one of the Leda clones as a daughter.

  What is most curious is that Rachel Duncan is not exempt from the requirements of the program. She’s just the only one who’s—purposefully, anyhow—aware of them. She willingly goes in for the medical tests, and she chooses her own monitors. Regarding the latter, her preferred monitors are ones she can use as sexual partners.