D.I. Rhys-Morgan pulled a face as he looked over the paperwork on his desk.
“Ow!” cried D.S. Jenkins, for the face was his.
“This doesn’t make any sense, Tommie.”
“I know, Guv, but that’s what the lab boys say.”
Rhys-Morgan sat still for a moment. “I didn’t see that one coming.”
“No, Guv.”
Another pause.
“Well, if that’s what they say… I guess I’d best make a phone call, then.”
“Yes, Guv.”
The paperwork in question was an updated forensics report with another male identification. It did not do Rhys-Morgan’s theorising any good, although it brought the total number of identifications up to seven, in line with the number of different Y-chromosomes in the morgue.
“Any news on the missing female DNA?” he asked.
Tommie coughed and produced another report. “It’s seems that they no longer think they’re missing one, Guv. It turns out that the sisters were actually identical twins. That’s also why they were so confused with the bodies before. Doc Maddock seemed very pleased, anyway. Identical twins means identical DNA, so four different DNA donors means five bodies because one of the four is actually two.”
Rhys-Morgan stared at his left hand in confusion as his fingers tried to follow Tommie’s stream of numbers and his tired brain tried even harder to keep up.
“If you says so, Tommie.”
“Doc Maddock and the lab boys say so, Guv.”
“OK, thanks Tommie. Anything else?”
“Just one thing, Guv.”
“Yes?”
“Can you let go of my face now?”
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