1 October 2010
Maggie and Rhiannon were off on their happy adventure. Colleen had been swept up in their excitement, but her mind was now on one of the other reasons she'd come to Riverview, a dozen red roses and card with a single line of poetry. Early Thursday morning, Aja had passed along a bouquet of roses. Collie's first thought was that Darien had them sent while he was away. Upon reading verse on the card, "There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not," she knew the lovely blossoms weren't from Fenner. It wasn't the sentiment expressed that caused her to think that way. The lack of a signature of some kind was the red flag.
The whole thing spooked the redhead. So much so, that she called Darien while he was on assignment. Later that evening, the phone calls started. Music, nothing but music. Each time the songs had a common theme, angels. Collie was beginning to wonder if the caller had some sort of celestial beings fetish.
The Forensics Labs wasn't hard to find nor was the department head. Bridget Dillon, a green eyed redhead with features reminiscent of a young Lauren Bacall, was giving instructions to one of the new lab techs.
"What case is this for, Doc?" Debbie Burroughs looked at Bridget with that fresh faced eagerness often seen on new interns.
"Custody case. We have six people claiming to be relatives of two children. The girls are half-sisters; same mother. The only agreement the people battling over them and their mother's estate is that they don't want to split the girls from each other."
Debbie's blonde brows twisted into a question mark. "So, big money involved and whoever gets the kids, gets control of it until they're old enough?"
"Probably," Bridget answered as she looked up at the screen displaying the comparison of six DNA footprints to the Taylor sisters. "Tell me what you see, Ms. Burroughs."
Debbie tilted her head and studied the comparison markers. "Do we still have the mother's DNA samples on record?"
"Yes, you can call it up. Marcia Taylor, half elven female, age thirty." Bridget saw the answers already laid out, but allowed her potential assistant to follow through without prompting.
She jotted a few notes on the tablet near her right hand before discussing her conclusions. "Samples two and six, don't match the girls at all. One and four are each related to one sister, but not the other. Samples three and five are connected to both sisters," she paused, "mitochondrial links."
"The recommendation you would give the attorney?"
"If blood relationships are the top priority, then the providers of samples three and five should be given first consideration."
"What conclusion did you draw on the familial lines?" Bridie held up a finger. "And why did you need to reference the mother's DNA record?"
"Three and five are maternal grandmother and male maternal sibling, respectively. I wanted to compare the mother to each of them as well as samples one and four." Debbie pointed out each sequence with a fingertip as she referenced them. "Sample four is apparently a paternal sibling to the twin matching sample A, but we presently have no records on the girls' fathers to bring up for comparison. Similar case in sample one but related to twin sample B."
A ghost of a smile flickered on Bridget's lip. "Good work, Ms. Burroughs." She glanced over at the door to see a visitor waiting. "How about you take that break, now?"
Having noted the unfamiliar person in the room, the blonde nodded, gathered some of her possessions and took off. The two Irish women stood in uncomfortable silence until Debbie closed the door behind her.
((Author's note: "There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not." - Francois de La Rochefoucauld))
Maggie and Rhiannon were off on their happy adventure. Colleen had been swept up in their excitement, but her mind was now on one of the other reasons she'd come to Riverview, a dozen red roses and card with a single line of poetry. Early Thursday morning, Aja had passed along a bouquet of roses. Collie's first thought was that Darien had them sent while he was away. Upon reading verse on the card, "There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not," she knew the lovely blossoms weren't from Fenner. It wasn't the sentiment expressed that caused her to think that way. The lack of a signature of some kind was the red flag.
The whole thing spooked the redhead. So much so, that she called Darien while he was on assignment. Later that evening, the phone calls started. Music, nothing but music. Each time the songs had a common theme, angels. Collie was beginning to wonder if the caller had some sort of celestial beings fetish.
The Forensics Labs wasn't hard to find nor was the department head. Bridget Dillon, a green eyed redhead with features reminiscent of a young Lauren Bacall, was giving instructions to one of the new lab techs.
"What case is this for, Doc?" Debbie Burroughs looked at Bridget with that fresh faced eagerness often seen on new interns.
"Custody case. We have six people claiming to be relatives of two children. The girls are half-sisters; same mother. The only agreement the people battling over them and their mother's estate is that they don't want to split the girls from each other."
Debbie's blonde brows twisted into a question mark. "So, big money involved and whoever gets the kids, gets control of it until they're old enough?"
"Probably," Bridget answered as she looked up at the screen displaying the comparison of six DNA footprints to the Taylor sisters. "Tell me what you see, Ms. Burroughs."
Debbie tilted her head and studied the comparison markers. "Do we still have the mother's DNA samples on record?"
"Yes, you can call it up. Marcia Taylor, half elven female, age thirty." Bridget saw the answers already laid out, but allowed her potential assistant to follow through without prompting.
She jotted a few notes on the tablet near her right hand before discussing her conclusions. "Samples two and six, don't match the girls at all. One and four are each related to one sister, but not the other. Samples three and five are connected to both sisters," she paused, "mitochondrial links."
"The recommendation you would give the attorney?"
"If blood relationships are the top priority, then the providers of samples three and five should be given first consideration."
"What conclusion did you draw on the familial lines?" Bridie held up a finger. "And why did you need to reference the mother's DNA record?"
"Three and five are maternal grandmother and male maternal sibling, respectively. I wanted to compare the mother to each of them as well as samples one and four." Debbie pointed out each sequence with a fingertip as she referenced them. "Sample four is apparently a paternal sibling to the twin matching sample A, but we presently have no records on the girls' fathers to bring up for comparison. Similar case in sample one but related to twin sample B."
A ghost of a smile flickered on Bridget's lip. "Good work, Ms. Burroughs." She glanced over at the door to see a visitor waiting. "How about you take that break, now?"
Having noted the unfamiliar person in the room, the blonde nodded, gathered some of her possessions and took off. The two Irish women stood in uncomfortable silence until Debbie closed the door behind her.
((Author's note: "There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not." - Francois de La Rochefoucauld))