Cloned

Chapter 19

Chapter 19.

Detective Michaels POV

Our so called expert had looked at meand laughed when I explained the situation to me. I could see thedoubt flowing through his mind and the thought that it was justanother junior officer trying to hard. I showed him the files andfelt the grim satisfaction of knowing I was right warm to my toes ashe stared at it disbelievingly. He took his glasses off and cleanedthem at least three times as we showed him the evidence that provedthat it was possible as well as the well documented growing up ofMadeline.

He was just telling me that he nolonger doubted the science behind it when I got the call back fromthe computer forensics lab. They had been doing some more checking onit when they had discovered the email account of Emily Brown-Worth.Hacking an email account was one of the easiest things to do, assuredthe computer guy. They had uncovered an email which told us of theirwhereabouts. They were staying with a man named Sam Holme. They talkabout Canada but no mention of where in Canada. I thanked thecomputer guy and hung up. Now to find out where in Canada.

I opened up the web tab on my computerand typed into google Sam Holme. People are surprised when we seem tofind out where they live and they are sure that it must be some fancysoftware but they don't seem to realise that just by typing theirname into google or better yet Facebook, you can find them inseconds. This guy however was not on Facebook. That makes my job everso slightly harder. I looked across at my colleague who was munchinginto a hot dog and dripping ketchup onto his shirt. I tried toimagine that it was blood after him being shot. His sneer complexionwas not a pretty sight to behold. He looked across at me and mydisapproving glare.

"Still chasing ghosts, eh,Michaels?" He asked me managing to spew breadcrumbs everywhere.

"Well, whilst you are trying to beatyour score at Solitare, I am actually working." I snapped back. Ireally did pull the short straw with this guy.

"So still single then?" He jeeredback. Who did he think he was? "You should probably get a hobby.Something like, I don't know, yoga? Isn't that what bored women do?"He continued on in the same condescending tone. How I wished I couldgo over and punch him. However the years of training in martial artshad told me to pick your fights wisely. You will always be the biggerman or woman in my case to not get into fights. I kept my stonysilence as he continued to to patronise me, all the while thinkingabout the ways I could cause him incredible pain and prevent him fromever having children.

I looked up Sam Holme on the Canadianregister of birth. Over 100 names came up. I rechecked the email thatMrs Brown-Worth had sent to him and smiled weakly at how easilypeople were to be able to track. She had mentioned university. Theywould have been at university together so that put him in his veryearly 40s. I narrowed down the list of Sam Holmes who were in their40s. It was put down to 5 names. After another few hours of researchI found each of them. One one is Toronto but was in a alcoholic rehabclinic, another was homeless in Quebec, One had died in a caraccident over 20 years ago, One owned a ranch in Alberta and the lastone was a doctor who was getting sued in Vancouver. The first threewere out which left the ranch and the doctor. I rechecked the doctorwho was now apparently in police custody and had been for the pastyear. He had been over prescribing morphine. That just left the ranchguy.

He had been running a cattle businessfor years and lived a few hours away from Calgary. Time to startcalling our Canadian pals. I found a number for their policedepartment.

"Right, I am out of here." Arnoldsaid as he got up out of his chair. He had done a whole heap ofnothing today. He still didn't believe we had a case despite me. Iwaited for the snide remark that he would make before he left. Icouldn't wait for him to leave.

"see you tomorrow, hope you makesome progress on your clone girl case." he sneered as he began towalk to the elevator. I waited for him to leave and smiled to myself.He had gone to bathroom in between stuffing his face with food, I hadtaken this golden moment of silence text all of his girlfriends onhis phone and tell them all that he had herpes. It was a pleasantsight to behold him on the phone to each girlfriend promising themthat he didn't. Of course, they didn't believe him. I had deleted thetext messages on his phone so it just looked like they had found outfrom someone else. He was so convinced of my professional attitudethat he hadn't guessed it was me. How ironic of his statement earlierabout not having any hobbies.

 I picked up the phone and called ourCanadian pals. After some initial difficulty in convincing them thatthis wasn't a prank call they actually helped us. Finally someone whoactually wanted to help us instead of laughing and putting it at thebottom of their priority list. They managed to get us an address forhis ranch but were not particularly enthusiastic at going inthemselves with a couple of shirty excuses at why the couldn't go inand insisting that we paid out a small fortune in going out there.Well, if that is what it takes.