My Covid-19 Journal

From now on my future blogs will only focus on raising awareness on Mental Health issues and sharing strategies for improving one’s psychological well-being.

Starting with how Covid-19 has affected my mental health.

The people I miss the most are my siblings (especially my youngest sister and her life partner).

The coronavirus pandemic has not had any positive impacts on my mental health; only negative ones. Being in lockdown means being trapped inside this toxic environment with one or two energy vampires for even longer periods of time, and my plans to leave this country and make a fresh start away from the negative energy have been delayed.

However, Covid-19 has also taught me a lot about value. With millions of people in every single country to have died from this terrifying virus, I have learnt to never take everyday life for granted.

My Future Plans to leave the US and move back to the UK After Many Years of Disappointment, Frustration, and Inability to Settle Down Properly.

Today I find myself staying at an Airbnb whilst making plans to leave America and move back to Britain permanently. For a while I have been practicing the Law of Attraction and have started applying a newly discovered Wish Manifestation technique known as Yamatech.

I have asked the Universe to show me what action to take to speed up the process, and the Universe has told me that I am supposed to leave this country and move back to England by June of next year (2020).

In order to achieve this lifetime goal even earlier and quicker than I hope I have attracted enough money to transfer my bank account and medical records back to the UK. I have also started making over the phone enquiries about the best place for me to live as soon as I have landed back in my home country.

I have decided to put my mental health and well-being before everything else in life because I deserve to be happy. Which is why I aim to applying the Law of Attraction in my life in a (very) positive way.

The Lost Orphan: Stolen Identity Book One Chapter Twenty-One

Now that Claire is discovered to have been dead for several weeks and that Samantha has been deceiving Claire’s detective partner and other acquaintances all along, Sam is eventually arrested and held in custody. Samantha is mistakenly accused of murdering Claire; in reality she witnessed Claire’s suicide at the train station. To make matters even worse for Samantha, she has been mistaken for the serial killer who has so far murdered Portia Obinger along with other deceased European clones.

I was in the interrogation room and handcuffed to the table when Ant entered. ‘I’m going to be honest with you, Samantha,’ he admitted. ‘I still see Claire when I look at you. Except now I know this is not Claire sitting in front of me.’

‘I didn’t kill her,’ I stated quietly, using my native British accent. He couldn’t possibly have thought that I killed Claire. What reason would I have to do so, seeing that she was my Clone Sister?

‘No, you watched her commit suicide,’ Ant replied rather angrily. ‘And then you went straight for her wallet.’ He slammed the case folder down on the table in front of me and I couldn’t help flinching. He flipped the file open to reveal the finalized reconstruction of Portia’s facial imaging. ‘Who is this?’ he demanded, pointing at Portia’s photo.

‘I don’t know this woman,’ I fabricated, noticing that my voice was trembling.

‘You’ve been obstructing this investigation from the moment you took over Claire’s life,’ he accurately accused. ‘You’re the prime suspect, Samantha.’

‘But I didn’t kill Portia or any of those other women,’ I almost shouted, trying to exonerate myself as much as I could.

‘Do you know who did?’

Yes I knew who Portia’s killer was, and right now she was the one who should have been arrested, not me.

‘Just for your information, we have your foster brother Felix in custody,’ Ant revealed frostily. ‘And as for your daughter, that little girl will be left completely on her own unless you start talking.’

Isla, who was twice as furious as Ant, confronted Felix who was appropriately seated opposite her desk chair. ‘Why did you purposefully misidentify Claire’s body as Samantha’s?’ she demanded.

‘Only because I thought it was Samantha’s body,’ Felix insisted. ‘It was a terrible case of mistaken identity. You’ve got to believe me.’

‘Well I don’t,’ Isla countered harshly. ‘It’s actually fraud by misrepresentation, which means you face two to five years in prison, given your existing record.’

Felix froze in fear, his face almost turning white. ‘I really did think it was my foster sister.’

Isla whipped out her phone and dialled a private number, while Felix sat back and looked worried. She remained on the phone for a few minutes before hanging up. ‘I’ll try to find you a lawyer and get you a public defender,’ she offered. ‘But just so you know, I’m not promising anything.’

Ant came back with Claire’s phone, which I now officially owned. ‘This is your phone,’ he confirmed as he perused it. ‘Well it’s Claire’s phone actually. So help me wrap my head around this.’

He played the message I’d left him before confronting Helena for the first time in Bonnie Chen’s apartment. He had me listen to the voicemail as I spoke in my own accent, not Claire’s. ‘Ant, if you’re hearing this, you found a body. It’s not Claire. It’s me. My name is Samantha Branning and you’re about the only person I trust to figure this whole thing out.’

By now, Ant was beyond placated; his anger seemed to have faded completely as he took the seat across from me. ‘Samantha, my partner killed herself, and I didn’t see it coming. By helping me, you’ll be helping Claire. Although it won’t bring her back, of course. Help us both,’ he implored me. ‘Please, Sam. I know you care.’

I struggled to fight back the tears, as I was overcome with fear for Katrina’s safety and my own. ‘There’s a reason why we all look the same. Claire, Portia, myself,’ I confessed tearfully. ‘Why the prints match and why the DNA’s all fucked up.’ I was sobbing hard by then. ‘Please promise to protect me and Katrina. Please don’t let anything happen to my daughter.’

Ant nodded empathetically. ‘If that’s what you need, I promise.’

Neil Rosen, Samantha’s ‘lawyer’.

Suddenly, Lieutenant Marshall and another man burst into the room unannounced, causing me to jump slightly. ‘Miss Branning,’ the stranger said to me. ‘I’m your lawyer, Neil Rosen. And you will be leaving with me.’ He gestured for the interrogation to be ended as I was uncuffed and released. But then where was he taking me?

Neil led me to a downtown high-rise office building. The outside of the building looked like the Toronto National Tower, but I wasn’t too sure.

‘Where are we going?’ I finally demanded.

‘Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough,’ Neil merely explained. ‘And we had Felix released also.’

Who was ‘we’? Was he actually working for Doctor Leekie?

He escorted me off the lift and onto an abandoned floor where – believe it or not – we turned the corner and bumped into Lee. What the hell was we doing here?

‘Brilliant,’ I snarked.

‘Listen, Neil, could I speak to Sam for one minute?’ Lee asked. Without replying, Neil left us alone.

‘I didn’t expect to see you here,’ I scoffed. ‘Do you work for Doctor Leekie now?’ I was confused.

‘It’s more complicated than that,’ Lee admitted. ‘They still have Afghanistan on me. You changed the game for everyone, Samantha. Now I can only help you from here.’ He sounded quite sincere as he said this. But was I ready to start trusting him again?

‘Please just listen to what they have to say,’ he advised me. ‘Do you think you can do that?’

I didn’t really have a choice. Not that I wanted to hear any of it.

I headed across the empty room to the lone desk on the far side. There was a woman with short dark blond hair which came above her shoulders. She turned as I approached her. I was gobsmacked and quickly stopped in my tracks as I got my first look at this new clone. Like me, she had a British accent, except hers was upper-class.

‘Samantha Branning,’ the woman said. ‘I’m Alexia Duncan. And we are going to come to terms.’

Alexia flipped through my version of the Revelation contract with Dyad. ‘The agreement defines mutual closure. It formalises contact with what I call “Topside”.’

I stared at her in bemusement. ‘What is that supposed to even mean?’

Alexia didn’t answer my question. ‘You’re not an orphan anymore, Samantha,’ she reminded me. ‘We found you. And my role is to transition you to self-awareness.’

‘Clone fixer,’ I scoffed. ‘Perfect. What more could a clone possibly want?’ I was getting ready to call her bluff. ‘Maybe it’s time for me to embrace my Clone-age and go public,’ I suggested sarcastically.

Alexia tried to convince me. ‘My people are not the enemies here,’ she assured me. ‘Rather it’s Helena and her ilk that are the real problem. And we’re going to help with that.’

I shot her a disparaging look. ‘If you really want to help, then why don’t you offer me answers to my questions? Such as what are we here for?’

Alexia merely pushed the agreement across the table to my direction. ‘We want your trust,’ she summed up. ‘You want precious answers to the core of who you are.’ She stood up and strolled back to the window view as I looked over the contract. ‘But above all, I know you want to make the right choice for Katrina.’

I gaped in terror. How the fuck did they know about Katrina? I didn’t remember giving my daughter’s name away!

‘You’re very lucky,’ Alexia drawled. ‘Motherhood is such a pleasant experience.’ Rather than respond, I glared at her. She had no room to talk. After all, what did she know about having a child?

Her mouth turned up into a slight smile. ‘The forces behind Helena will never stop. The most important thing in this for you is protection for yourself and your daughter.’

I sighed and tossed the contract back on the desk. ‘No thanks. I’ll get by on my own.’

Alexia was miffed. ‘Scrambling to stay alive?’ she said accusingly. ‘I’m trying to offer you freedom with Katrina. You will be provided for and unmonitored but available.’

I got to my feet. ‘I’m not interested,’ I snapped.

Alexia scowled. ‘Fair enough,’ she insisted. ‘You have only 24 hours to properly consider it first.’

‘Whatever,’ I muttered as I left.

‘Midnight tomorrow,’ she called after me.

I packed a bag for Katrina. I was planning to leave for good, but this time I was taking my daughter with me. ‘When the police come for us, Mummy goes away,’ Katrina told Felix sadly.

‘That’s not the case this time,’ he assured her. ‘Your mother had returned to keep us safe from Helena and her religious cult leaders.’

I entered the room where they were. ‘Don’t worry about your Crazy Clone Aunt,’ I quickly reassured my daughter. ‘She can’t hurt us anymore.’

We finished packing our bags before hiding them. ‘We might have to go on a trip, but you can’t tell anybody,’ I warned Katrina. ‘Not even Siobhan.’

Katrina, wise beyond her years, nodded obediently. ‘I promise not to tell.’

Siobhan anxiously waited downstairs with her shotgun at the ready. ‘I’m off to meet Claudia,’ I told her as I descended.

‘Just be careful,’ she said bluntly. ‘Even though she’s your birth mother, that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be suspicious of her. After all, she didn’t raise you.’

I totally understood Siobhan’s fear and where she was coming from. But it wasn’t Claudia’s fault, any of it. She had been lied to just as much as I and Helena had.I slowly reached for Siobhan’s hands and squeezed them. I had a feeling that she was insecure about Claudia’s impact on my life. Don’t worry, I thought silently. I know who my real mother is.

My private meeting place with Claudia was at the condo. ‘Thank you for meeting me,’ she said gratefully as I opened the condo door for her. I led the way inside and pulled out a chair for her. ‘Can I get you something to drink?’ I offered gently.

Claudia accepted a glass of water. ‘That poor child, Helena,’ she fretted as I joined her at the table. ‘How can two fates be so different? You two are like… night and day.’

She reached for the envelope containing the photo of Siobhan. ‘Your foster mother, Mrs. Saunders, she’s not who she says she is,’ she warned me compellingly. But before she could open the envelope to reveal the photo, I had an important question I needed to ask her. ‘How did scientists put babies inside you?’

Without warning, I pulled out the fish knife and stabbed a petrified Claudia in the abdomen! I glared icily at my birth mother, looking her stone cold in both eyes as the lethal sharp went through her.

Only it wasn’t me who stabbed her. It was… Helena in disguise!

Helena (disguised as Samantha) stabs Claudia!

Claudia struggled, pulling off the dark wig to reveal Helena completely, including the now shockingly visible cuts and scars on the backs of her arms. ‘You gave me to them,’ Helena accused, her voice filled with venom. ‘You let them make me this way.’ She released Claudia and then pushed her back. Claudia fell to the floor, wailing as she cried and begged for her life.

Completely unaware of what had just happened, the real me had yet to arrive at the darkened condo hours later. I turned on the front light. I was not at all prepared for what I had discovered. There was blood everywhere, the large blood stain on the floor caught my eyes instantly. I almost threw up. My phone rang, and I scanned the read out before answering it.

‘What in fuck’s name have you done, Helena?’ I demanded. I could hear Claudia gasping and convulsing in the background. ‘What did you do to Claudia?’

‘We missed you sister,’ Helena crooned. ‘Why don’t you come join us at the warehouse?’

I dropped the phone in horror.

I entered the ground floor of the abandoned warehouse Helena had directed me to. It looked like some industrial site with catwalks and mysterious piles of asbestos-like dust. I saw another large blood stain and pulled out my Lady Glock before slowly advancing.

On one pillar were more of Helena’s stick figure drawings. They depicted one female figure at the top (presumably, Claudia) and two other female figures branching off from each side of her (myself and Helena, respectively). On another pillar was a second drawing of myself and Felix with Katrina, and beneath that a final drawing of Helena in a cage.

I made sure my gun was loaded. I finally reached the basement and found a dying Claudia propped up against a pillar. ‘Claudia!’ I screamed.

I stashed the gun and hurried to my birth mother. She had lost a lot of blood by then, but was still alive. ‘Keep pressure,’ I instructed her, trying to give her aid. ‘I’ll get you help.’

Claudia pulled out the photo of the young Siobhan in the lab. I read the contents on the back. Two professors’ names were blacked out and ‘PROJECT LEDA July 22,1977’ was printed beneath. I couldn’t make head or tail of what Claudia had shown me.

Claudia tried to explain about Siobhan, but was running out of time. She only managed to push out a few words. ‘Your foster mother. She was…’

‘Claudia, I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me…’

‘My dear sister,’ Helena drawled as she arrived with a lit flare. ‘My beloved twin.’

Claudia took one last look at her would-be killer before breathing her last. I watched my birth mother die at the hands of my own twin sister!

‘I’m sorry, Mother isn’t feeling too well,’ Helena crooned emotionlessly as she descended the stairs.

Devastated, I got to my feet. ‘She’s dead, you fucking psycho,’ I sobbed. ‘You killed the one person I’ve been dreaming about my whole life!’

Helena crouched down next to Claudia and then spat on her. At that moment I felt like spitting on Helena! How dared she!

‘She fucking separated us,’ Helena growled. ‘She tore us apart.’ She came closer towards me. ‘But now, we are finally together.’

‘No we’re not,’ I spat. I felt sickened at being related to Helena by blood. ‘You’re nothing to me. Just some crazy twisted bitch wearing my t-shirt.’ It made me feel sick to even look at her.

Helena glanced down at the Clash emblem on her shirt – and then head butted me. She threw the flare away and kneed me in the stomach. I fought back as much as I could, but Helena had grabbed a nearby chain and attempted to strangle me with it. She dragged me to my feet with the chain wrapped around my throat. ‘Scientists made one little baby and then we split into two,’ she said through clenched teeth. She threw me hard into a pillar.

I yanked out my gun and got ready to finish her off. I had to stop her before she harmed or killed anybody else.

‘Surely you can’t bring yourself to kill me,’ she protested flatly, staring at the gun. ‘Samantha, we make a family.’

‘Wrong,’ I said. ‘I’ve already got a family.’

I fired the first shot. The bullet went straight inside Helena’s heart. Then I stood over her. ‘This is for Portia, and for all my other Clone Sisters. But most of all, this is for my birth mother, Claudia.’ I shot at my monstrous twin sister again.

The second bullet killed her for sure.

The fact that Helena was dead and no longer a threat didn’t bring me any consolation. I sat beside Claudia’s dead body and sobbed my heart out, as I mourned my birth mother.

Portia Obinger.

Portia Obinger’s body had since been recovered from the burial site at the quarry. The coroner was examining the rifle that had killed Portia. When she studied the fingerprints, they matched that of one particular female Ukrainian, much to her surprise. She called in the detectives.

‘Looks like we’re getting closer to catching the serial killer,’ Kelly Engers said confidently. ‘And that killer most certainly isn’t the same woman you lot arrested earlier.’

Isla was ready to challenge Kelly. ‘And you know this for a fact, do you?’

‘Isla, the evidence is all there. All we need to is connect this Crazy Clone killer to the other murders.’

One of the forensic experts was already pulling up Helena’s criminal profile and scanning through the long list of homicides Helena had committed. The profile included her history of looking up to other crazed rampage killers before her, hoping to follow in their footsteps.

‘That will be the German’s killer. We’ve definitely got him. Or should I say her.’

Lieutenant Marshall and his FBI team once again set out on their mission to issue an arrest warrant. Only this time they were planning to arrest Helena as they broke into the basement where I had fought with her and shot her.

They didn’t know Helena’s surname, but they didn’t have to. They were certain they already had all the evidence they needed.

‘Helena, come out where you are right now!’ Ant Bell called. ‘You are under arrest for the murder of Portia Obinger.’

They advanced further. ‘Fucking shit,’ Ant uttered as he discovered Helena’s dead body.

Kelly approached Helena, who lay completely lifeless before her. ‘An acquaintance of ours already beat us to it,’ she scoffed. ‘What a shame. I was hoping to see this crazed blonde in the electric chair.’

I entered the high-rise where Lee was waiting for me inside the elevator. ‘Going up,’ he said in a moody voice.

As I got in, Lee saw my wounds and reached for me. ‘What happened, Samantha?’ he asked.

‘Don’t,’ I ordered, recoiling and slapping his hand away.

Lee pushed the button and the doors closed. ‘About what happened during the war in Afghanistan,’ he began to explain. ‘Please promise you won’t be shocked. I was a private contractor who killed six Marines in a friendly-fire incident and covered it up.’

I looked at him with true feeling, but I was lost for words. Was this the same Lee?

‘That’s what they have on me,’ he continued. ‘Now if you were born outside their control, then what do they have on you?’

My PinkMobile rang. It was Melissa, and unfortunately it wasn’t good news. ‘Sam?!’ she called, sounding distraught. ‘You can’t make a deal with these people. Any freedom they offer is bullshit.’

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Had they just lured us into a trap?

‘I’ve just run a background research on the Dyad Institute, and I have evidence from this bar code sequence that Évelyne and I decoded,’ Melissa further explained. ‘The whole point of their organization is that we are their products. We’re property and everything we become belongs to them. On top of that, Samantha, they could claim Katrina.’

Which only meant one thing – they had patented us! ‘No fucking way,’ I responded in a dull voice.

Alexia checked her phone as she waited for me and Lee. The elevator arrived and the doors opened, but Neil stepped out instead. ‘Samantha has a message for you,’ he informed.

I had sent Alexia a newly arrive email. ‘UP YOURS PROCLONE,’ it read. There was no way I was going to come to an agreement with this bitch.

Angry, Alexia dialled a secret number. ‘You know what to do,’ she ordered.

I hurriedly entered Siobhan’s house to find evidence of a violent struggle. There was overturned furniture and scattered papers blowing in the breeze from an opened window.

‘Katrina?!’ I called. ‘Siobhan?!’

I ran to Katrina’s bedroom, which had also been turned upside-down. Her bed was empty and there was a letter on the pillow. It read: ‘We have your daughter and foster mother. If you want to see them again, you know where to find us.’

Katrina and Siobhan had been kidnapped!

I called Felix, hoping and praying he would answer immediately. Thankfully, he did.

‘They took Katrina,’ I told him. ‘And Siobhan too. Those bastards took them both.’

The Lost Orphan: Stolen Identity Book One Chapter Twenty

Samantha (being ‘Claire’) meets with Ant at the very place where it all began. When he shows her Felix’s picture, she denies knowing who he (Felix) is. Ant points out how ‘Claire’ visited Felix with that $75000, when Ant stopped ‘Claire’ from skipping town. Now he knows there’s a connection. Ant also takes ‘Claire’ back to the fatal shooting of Bonnie Chen.

After closing the door on her life as ‘Claire’ for what will be the final time, now it’s up to  Samantha to decide the killer’s fate, but the truth about where Samantha came from changes everything.

Felix’s flat, where Claire’s detective partners question Felix for a second time.

Ant and Isla invaded Felix’s flat. Felix played the mourning brother and once again identified the picture of Claire’s corpse as me. ‘It was all such a shock,’ he sobbed. ‘Seeing her lying there on that slab. Completely, well, lifeless.

‘I keep asking myself how I didn’t see the suicide signs. I should’ve at least tried to help her.’

Ant made a face, far from convinced. Isla pretended to take an interest in Felix’s portraits stacked on the canvas. Felix noticed her staring at the portrait of Melissa, and looked in her direction. ‘I’ve been painting the many sides of Sam,’ he claimed proudly.

‘It’s all working out your grief,’ Ant sniggered.

Felix nodded. ‘Wherever it takes me.’ Feeling somewhat satisfied, the pair upped and left.

Outside the flat, Ant and Isla discussed more about Claire. ‘Some punk with an English accent called me last night, saying he wanted to talk about Claire,’ Ant explained. ‘Then he hung up.’

‘Maybe we need to bring Felix Hawkins in for further questioning,’ Isla suggested.

The notorious gravel quarry, where Portia Obinger’s body was buried.

I agreed to meet with Ant in secret only for a few minutes. At the gravel quarry where most of it all began, I pulled the Jag up inverse to his car. Without hesitation, he pulled up Felix’s mug shot. ‘This is your look-alike Samantha Branning’s foster brother, if I’m correct,’ he informed.

I pretended not to recognise Felix. ‘I wasn’t even aware of the fact Samantha had a foster brother,’ I claimed in ignorance. ‘I just assumed he was a college friend of hers.’

‘You visited his place a few weeks back with seventy-five grand in your trunk,’ Ant concluded. ‘The day I stopped you from skipping town. Now it’s all coming back to the Bonnie Chen shooting.’

I was afraid he would bring up Bonnie Chen.

‘You won’t want to go there,’ I warned him ominously. ‘You put the phone in Bonnie Chen’s hand. You helped me make it look like it was an accident.’

‘Only because I was trying to protect my partner at the time,’ Ant claimed. He looked at me long and hard. ‘This is your last chance to come clean, Claire,’ he asserted.

Sadly, I had no other option. I put the car in reverse. ‘We do what we have to do,’ I said to him simply.

As I drove off, this would be my final time of stepping into Claire Richards’s shoes.

At the cop shop, Isla had all the evidence spread out on the tables in the murder room. Lieutenant Marshall entered. ‘You said you wanted to see me,’ he noted.

‘Yeah, actually it’s about Claire Richards,’ Isla said, exhaling hard. ‘There’s something she has been hiding from us all.’

The train station guard had the security tape showing Claire’s suicide, and he played it to Ant at the train depot. ‘Samantha Branning is the one who jumped in front of the train,’ Ant guessed incorrectly. ‘The one in the sleeveless flowy dress and platform sandals. It had to have been her.’

The train station guard shook his head. ‘Wrong. Not the one in the mini dress. But the other one.’

Claire Richards?! Ant thought in disbelief as his eyes turned to the doppelganger in the women’s tuxedo suit. ‘There must be some kind of mistake,’ he protested. ‘There’s no way Claire is dead! I only just spoke to her a few hours ago.’

‘Listen,’ the station guard replied impatiently. ‘The security tape shows Claire Richards – not Samantha Branning – jumping in front of the train. Now, in order to prove it to you, I will replay the tape for a second time.’

Ant got a closer look, identified Claire on the track and then saw me approaching her. I still had jet black hair at the time. The feed clearly showed my traumatised reaction right before I witnessed Claire jump to her death. He continued to watch in shock and horror as I strode and snatched up Claire’s purse. ‘Jesus Fucking Christ!’ he blurted, finally putting it all together. ‘Why did you do it, Claire?’

Lieutenant Marshall swore furiously as he compared my headshot with Claire’s. ‘Fucking hell! Seriously, how long have you been sitting on the connection?’

‘It’s only been a couple of days,’ Isla admitted, although she sounded like she was biting back at him.

Ant arrived back. He was still shaken up at what he had just seen, and his uneased demeanour indicated that something was seriously wrong. ‘Anthony, we’re going to need an arrest warrant for Claire Richards,’ Lieutenant Marshall said.

Ant paused. ‘Lieutenant… Claire is dead,’ he informed them. ‘We need an arrest warrant for Samantha Branning.’

I arrived back at Siobhan’s, but got more than an unexpected surprise. There was a middle aged-looking woman with her. The woman looked Brazilian and had curly chestnut hair, which she wore in a headscarf.

Siobhan introduced me to the beautiful woman. ‘Samantha, this is Claudia.’

Claudia had tears in her eyes. ‘Look at you,’ she said breathlessly in a Portuguese accent. ‘What a beautiful young girl you are.’  Then she paused to get a hold of her emotions. ‘Samantha,’ she revealed baldly. ‘I’m your birth mother.’

Claudia (Samantha’s birth mother).

It was my turn to become overwhelmed, as – to my own surprise – I burst into floods of tears. ‘My birth mother?’ I sobbed.

‘I’m sorry if I wasn’t what you expected,’ Claudia admitted. I’d kind of given up expecting by then.

‘I got word you were looking for me,’ Claudia affirmed as we were settled on the couch. ‘So I had to leave Brazil in a hurry as I was being watched.

‘I was only twenty-two and new to England when a wealthy couple asked me to be their surrogate.’

Claudia stopped to get a handkerchief, and dabbed underneath her damp eyes with it so that they were dry. Then she continued. ‘It was a legal arrangement, all expenses paid, but something was off,’ she explained. ‘They were not really a couple at all. They were scientists. The child I carried wasn’t meant for them. I realized the life inside me was in danger. So I ran, and hid. And then I gave birth to the two of you in secret.’ I flinched upon hearing this. ‘The two of us?’ I was shocked to discover I actually had a biological twin.

‘I knew I couldn’t keep either of you,’ Claudia concluded. ‘Therefore, I had no choice but to give both of my children away. One to the London orphanage, the other to the church in Ukraine.’ That was when it all dawned on me and the truth came crashing down. My biological twin sister was in actual fact… Helena!

Now everything was finally starting to make sense, and suddenly I understood what Helena meant by ‘We have a connection’. I could have kicked myself for being so blind and not seeing that connection before.

‘I need to see Helena,’ Claudia decided adamantly. ‘Even though she may not understand.’

I agreed that Claudia had every right to have Helena know about her real parentage. After all, like me, my twin sister had had her whole world turned inside out. ‘However Helena takes this determines what we do with her,’ I insisted.

My birth mother and I went down to the basement where Helena was tied up and bound. I immediately prepared for Helena’s reaction as I introduced Claudia to her. ‘This is Claudia,’ I said. She’s our birth mother.’

Helena looked at Claudia with disbelief, and with a dirty look. Claudia’s brow furrowed as she got her first look of her second daughter. ‘This bitch is our birth mother?’ she scoffed.

‘Now you listen to what Claudia has to say,’ I demanded sharply. ‘Or I throw you into the trunk and take you straight to Leekie.’

Claudia took the chair I set before Helena. ‘How can you be my birth mother?’ Helena asked flatly.‘I’m birth mother to you and Samantha,’ Claudia explained meekly.

Upstairs, Siobhan searched Claudia’s handbag and extracted and hard-back journal. She opened the cover and found an envelope. She pulled out something from the envelope. It was an old photograph of herself when she was young, dressed in a lab coat. There was an armed soldier on guard behind her, along with the colleague with whom she was consulting.

‘Who’s here?’ Katrina quietly asked, startling Siobhan, who was slightly annoyed.

‘Why are you still up?’ Siobhan chided Katrina. But Katrina didn’t seem at all hurt by the reprimand. Something was on the little girl’s mind. ‘I think something bad is going to happen,’ she said.

‘This connection you feel between us,’ I explained to Helena rather harshly. ‘It stems from the fact that we were all implanted by doctors.’

‘You and Samantha both split inside me,’ Claudia added more gently. ‘I was only supposed to give birth to one baby girl, but instead I gave birth to two. And I hid you because I felt you were in danger.’

Helena wasn’t interested in getting to know Claudia, but she seemed to want a sisterly relationship with me. ‘You are my twin sister,’ she relished to me.

‘Well I don’t want to be your twin sister,’ I responded in a frosty tone. ‘I just want you to know you’re not the original.’ But our moment was interrupted by insistent loud banging from above. Alarmed, Claudia and I hurried upstairs to see who had arrived. Frustrated, Helena angrily kicked the chair away and began to struggle against her bonds as she attempted to break free.

‘Samantha Branning,’ Ant Bell shouted through the door. ‘Come out now! We have a warrant for your arrest.’

I quickly shoved Claudia into the kitchen where she took a seat. ‘Just pretend you’re visiting,’ I said to her hurriedly.

Armed SWAT along with Ant and Isla burst into the house through both the front and back entrances. ‘Samantha Branning!’ Ant shouted my full name again, giving his final warning. I immediately threw up my hands in surrender. ‘Turn around and put your hands on your head,’ Ant ordered as Isla strapped me into handcuffs. Katrina and Siobhan watched helplessly as I was being led away by Claire’s former police partners.

‘Let’s go,’ Ant said more quietly as he pushed me out the door.

In the basement, the window was broken, and blood was streaming down sharp edges of the broken glass. Helena was nowhere in sight.

The Lost Orphan: Stolen Identity Book One Chapter Nineteen

Anthony Bell studies Samantha Branning’s arrest record and Claire Richards’s police ID: they show the same woman. He is even more confused when Isla DeAngelis tells him that they’ve identified the dead Jane Doe from the quarry as ‘Samantha Branning’. In reality, the body of ‘Jane Doe’ who has been found is that of Portia Obinger, but they are now aware of this just yet. Anthony and Isla discuss the strange situation they are in, not knowing how it was that ‘Samantha Branning’ (who, unbeknownst to them, was actually their dead partner Claire Richards) died by train, and two weeks later was shot and dumped at the quarry. This is when the unsolved mystery becomes entangled.

Claire Richards’s corpse (which Felix falsely identified as Samantha’s as part of a trick).

Ant seemed flummoxed as he started at Claire’s ID tag and then back at my mugshot. ‘What the fuck is going on here?’ he asked.

‘Claire never mentioned a twin before,’ Isla scoffed. ‘And I for one don’t believe in doppelgangers.’

Ant got up to leave at last. ‘Just keep this messy situation between us until we finally figure out what the hell this is,’ he instructed Isla. ‘Do you think you can do that?’

Isla nodded confidently. ‘Sure.’

Siobhan Saunders.

Ant and Isla visited Siobhan, who identified herself as my legal guardian. ‘We identified the latest Jane Doe as Samantha Branning,’ Isla told Siobhan. ‘We’re sorry to inform you that Samantha has been found dead.’

Siobhan’s face fell. ‘How did she die?’ She asked.

‘She was killed by a single gunshot wound about two weeks ago,’ Ant said.

‘Identification took some time,’ Isla admitted. ‘But now we’re definitely sure it’s her.’

This was nothing short of madness! First Claire was identified as ‘Sam’ by Felix, and now Ant and Isla were tagging Portia as ‘Samantha’. I had by now lost count of how many times I had been thought to have ‘died’ more than once.

‘Did Samantha have any problems with anyone while still living at home?’ Ant questioned Siobhan. He was determined to get as much information about me as possible.

‘Samantha came of age and moved out years ago,’ Siobhan explained. ‘We weren’t close, but we still kept in touch occasionally.’

‘Did she have a twin sister?’ Isla asked inquisitively.

‘No of course not,’ Siobhan insisted sharply. ‘Samantha was an orphan. She didn’t have any blood relations that I knew of.’

Ant was sympathetic towards Siobhan. ‘Well she could have had a sister that not even she knew about,’ he surmised.

‘If she did, it would be news to the both of us,’ Siobhan countered swiftly.

Samantha and Lee getting cosy (Romeo and Juliet, eat your hearts out!).

Lee and I had stayed the night at Felix’s place, Felix having offered us the main bedroom while he was staying over at his boyfriend’s place. ‘You know we can’t go back to the townhouse now,’ Lee fretted.

‘I know,’ I said. ‘All the more reason why I suggested we crash over here.’

Lee kissed my shoulder and nuzzled my hair in a moment of tenderness. Somehow, I knew that his romantic feelings for me were real. Unlike when he was with Claire, whom he never really loved or cared about at all.

‘Just for your info, Dr. Alan Nealon is flying in today,’ Lee said. ‘And he’ll be looking for you.’

I rolled my eyes and sat up. ‘For a brief second, I forgot I was a clone,’ I scoffed.

‘He thinks you’re the one killing the clones,’ Lee reminded me.

I heard someone enter the flat. At first, I thought it was Felix, and so I quickly came out. ‘He can’t possibly be back already,’ I said. ‘It’s still early morning.’

My guess was wrong. ‘It’s not Felix,’ I heard Siobhan call sharply as she entered the room. She folded her arms in disapproval, but was glad to see me safe and sound. ‘And you’re alive,’ she noted wittingly.

I was confused. ’Why wouldn’t I still be alive?’

‘I’ve just had two detectives show up at my house this morning,’ Siobhan informed me. ‘And they were quite convinced they’d found your body in a gravel quarry.’ Holy shit! They had actually mistaken Portia’s body for mine? How was I going to explain my way out of this one?

Siobhan handed over Ant’s business card, and I grimaced. ’Would you care to enlighten me?’ She demanded, clearly outraged.

I sighed and clasped my hands on top of my head, my fingers running through my hair. ‘I don’t want to lie to you, Siobhan,’ I said. ‘But I can’t fill you in on anything just yet.’ What I really meant was that I wasn’t ready to reveal the whole clone thing to my foster mother. ‘What did they tell you, anyway?’

‘Very little,’ she confirmed more gently. ‘All they know is that the victim was a non-Canadian citizen, but they have no other information on her background.’ I was relieved, and also glad Siobhan was ready to trust me in this. However, she frowned suspiciously at Lee as he came out of the bathroom. ‘And you are?’ She asked him.

‘Lee Dierden,’ he announced. ‘Sam’s new boyfriend.’

‘He’s staying with us for a while,’ I told Siobhan.

Finally, the tension was almost broken. ‘Whatever is going on, if it takes one step toward Katrina, you need to fire at them,’ Siobhan continued. ‘The home we’ve built for ourselves in this country, we burn it all down if we have to.’

Isla was busy with the facial reconstruction on Portia, when Ant dropped yet another bombshell to her. ‘I’ve just found the coroner’s report on Samantha Branning’s suicide, two days before Jane Doe was shot and killed.’

Isla was baffled. ‘Jane Doe can’t be Samantha Branning,’ she concluded with certainty. ‘Samantha Branning was already dead by then.’

‘Well the prints still match,’ Ant countered.

‘But then think about it, Ant. Samantha’s foster mother did say she had no blood relations that she knew of.’

‘Well what about Claire? There’s a fifty-fifty chance she’s a triplet separated at birth.’

Just then, I roamed into the room as ‘Claire’.

‘Claire,’ Isla said. ‘Speak of the Devil. We were just talking about you.’

‘I got your message,’ I replied stiffly. ‘Is this a bad time?’

‘Kind of,’ Ant informed me as he led me into the murder investigation room. ‘I don’t know if you know, Claire, but some questions have come up about your work on the Jane Doe case.’ I was gobsmacked. ‘Where are the examples?’ I asked him.

‘Due to the negative results on the prints, we were unable to come up with any records,’ Ant explained to me.

‘But it should be in there,’ I insisted, feeling uneased.

‘Well, we ran the prints again.’

I leant forward to get a closer look, but Isla abruptly barged in unannounced and shoved a snap of my mugshot in front of my face. ‘Care to explain this, Claire?’ She demanded.

I was horrified. ‘Is this a joke?’

‘You tell me. Does the name Samantha Branning mean anything to you?’

I just stared at myself in alarm. ‘Who the hell is this?’ I asked Ant, ignoring Isla for a few minutes.

‘So, you’ve never seen her before?’ Isla clarified, rather curtly.

‘No, of course not,’ I snarked. ‘Don’t be so ridiculous.’

Ant shrugged. ‘Everyone has look-alikes, I suppose.’ He had a great point with this adage. But Isla, being the rather disagreeable cow that she was, simply glared at me. ‘Do they?’ She scoffed at Ant.

Isla and Ant entered the morgue where they were greeted by Colin. He was eating a banana while reading a book with only two laid out corpses to keep him company. Talk about morbid!

Rather than greet Colin back, Isla cut straight to the chase instantly. ‘I need all the information on Samantha Branning.’

‘Why?’ Colin asked.

‘You processed her remains,’ Ant pointed out, describing Claire and the means of her death.

‘I process loads of bodies,’ Colin emphasized. ‘Is there a problem?’

‘Yeah, actually there is,’ Ant downloaded. ‘With the fingerprints on Jane Doe in the gravel crusher.’

‘There are still two other victims,’ Isla added. ‘One of them is Samantha Branning, the other a completely different woman.’

Colin called up Claire’s death shot on the screen. ‘Samantha Branning. Suicide by train.’

Neither Isla nor Ant were able to speak. They were stunned by my resemblance to Claire. ‘It’s uncanny,’ Isla finally murmured.

Ant still couldn’t find his voice; he was too transfixed by the image on the screen.

Isla turned to Colin. ‘I need the name and address of the person who identified her,’ she ordered.

‘No fucking way!’ Felix cried in horror as he was on the phone to Colin. ’Are you telling me you couldn’t lie to them?’

‘Felix, there was nothing I could do,’ Colin explained frantically. ‘There are records, your signature, address. Everything is on file!’

I listened as I hurried to pack up my shit and leave. I knew I was in very serious hot water. Come to think of it, so was Felix.

My foster brother hung up in despair. ‘Shit! Sam, where do you suggest we go now?’ he asked as I grabbed Helena’s coat.

‘I have no idea,’ I admitted. ‘At least not yet.’   

Whether Ant was going to throw me in jail once I got found out or Dr Leekie and the other Revelationists were going to hunt me down as their oblation, I didn’t know. All I wanted was to fix things and be a real mum to Katrina. More importantly, I had to come clean to Siobhan about my Clone Sisters.

I told Siobhan all about Alison, Melissa and Claire as we were flipping through the photos album. ‘Alison is the one I bumped into first. I met her at Markham Village while looking for Melissa.’

Siobhan was stunned. ‘I could have sworn you were both the same person,’ she said. ‘That was until I learned about all of these young subjects.’

‘Alison, Melissa and Claire’s mothers all wanted babies enough to undergo the in vitro,’ I said. ‘So why did mine give me up?’  

Siobhan was hesitant. ‘There were rumours about the children that these scientists were hiding,’ she admitted.

I came across a photo of Carlton. ‘Carlton’s likely to know who my birth mother is.’

The doorbell rang. It was Alison. I had instructed her to meet us over here.

‘It’s time I told you what’s really going on,’ I told Siobhan as I went to answer the door.

Siobhan was surprised, but all ears. Alison stepped in.

‘Siobhan, this is one of my Clone Sisters,’ I introduced Alison to my wide-eyed foster mother. ‘This is Alison.’

‘Hello, Siobhan,’ Alison said as she waved, but she didn’t smile. She was almost unable to, what with her marriage problems in the way. She had been busy drowning her sorrows.

‘It can’t get any stranger than human cloning,’ Siobhan chortled as she and Alison sat at the kitchen table. ‘You don’t seem too happy,’ she observed, noticing Alison was slightly on edge. ‘Please tell me all about yourself, sweetheart.’

Alison tried to figure out where to start. ‘To make a long story short, I went to university to study kinesiology.’

Siobhan nodded in encouragement, eager to hear more. ‘Sounds very interesting,’ she chimed in, delighted.

Despite not being keen on sharing her life story, Alison continued. ‘Anyway, that was where I met David, and we eventually got married.’ Her voice quavered. ‘And now everything has turned to shit.’ She was breaking down by then, and I could tell she was trying to hold back the tears.

Siobhan reached for Alison’s hand, but then more pieces fell into place. ‘She came to see Katrina in your place, didn’t she?’

I grimaced and braced myself for the accusation. But there wasn’t any. ‘I knew something was up,’ Siobhan said merely.

‘The crazy one, Helena, was after me,’ I quickly explained.

‘There are probably thousands of us out there, unless Helena has killed them all,’ Alison surmised miserably. ‘We’re all completely messed up.’ But then she turned to me. ‘Except you, Samantha.’ She smiled slightly as she said this, and this must have been the first time I’d ever seen her smile or not look tense. ‘You’re such a lovely mother figure,’ she said to Siobhan. ‘My own mother wouldn’t have been so supportive. She would’ve put me in therapy.’

We didn’t notice Katrina approach the front door. Or that Helena was there, watching us all from the front window. It was only when Katrina screamed at the sight of Helena’s appearance that we all turned around.

‘You still didn’t kill the bitch, as I asked you to,’ Tomas fumed at a tearful and distraught Helena. ‘Explain to me why not.’

Helena looked at her master with childlike defiance. ‘She has a daughter,’ she said with conviction. ‘And the child is innocent.’

‘Why is Samantha still alive?’ Tomas yelled angrily.

‘I already told you,’ Helena hissed. ‘She is special. We have a secret bond.’

Helena’s phone rang, but Tomas had already grabbed it before she could even reach for it. She lunged for it, but Tomas held it out of reach. ‘Tell her to come here,’ he ordered. ‘Now, Helena!’ He then connected the call.

But for once, Helena was willing to disobey. As he gave the phone to her, she immediately seized the opportunity. ‘Samantha, I need your help.’

‘Where are you?’ I asked, not buying into any of her batshit craziness.

‘I’m being held prisoner,’ Helena cried as I heard the scrambling in the background. ‘Please, you’re my only hope.’ But before she could say any more, Tomas dragged and shoved her through the floating gulag and to an animal cage, throwing her inside it. ‘I gave you everything,’ he lamented. ‘And what did I get in return? Weakness!’

Helena clutched the bars of her caged prison and violently shook the door. ‘Let me out,’ she sobbed.

I arrived at the gulag and located Helena. ‘You came,’ she gasped with relief.

‘That doesn’t mean I care about you,’ I replied acidly. I got the keys and unlocked the padlock. ‘Stay back,’ I warned her sharply. ‘And don’t try any shit.’ With much force, I kicked the cage door open.

‘You’re all I have now,’ Helena said as she crawled out of the cage. Slowly and cautiously, she approached me and proceeded to embrace me, although I couldn’t find it in myself to return the embrace.

I was terrified of Helena, seeing that she was unpredictable. But nowhere near as unpredictable as Tomas, who stormed into the room. He glowered at Helena. ‘How did you get out?’ he demanded.‘I let her out,’ I retorted. Helena grabbed the gun from my hand and aimed it at Tomas. ‘You made me this way,’ she said icily. She then lunged for him and attacked him mercilessly. She began to strangle him and I had to stop her from choking him to death, so I knocked her out unconscious. I locked Tomas in Helena’s cage and then bundled up Helena and threw her into the trunk of my Jag as I prepared to help her leave the floating gulag for good. My first thought was to take her to Dr Leekie, but decided against it, driving back to Siobhan’s instead.

The Lost Orphan: Stolen Identity Book One Chapter Eighteen

Samantha comes to Lee’s rescue when he is held captive by a vengeful Napoleon. Elsewhere, back at the detective precinct, Anthony and Isla stumble across Samantha’s profile and discover something shocking about Claire.

Samantha gets on the phone to Helena.

Part of me felt that it was my fault that Lee was in the situation he’d found himself in. Feeling guilty, I decided that I couldn’t leave him to his fate. Felix and I prepared to enter the headquarters.

‘Make sure to call Ant and tell him everything if I’m not back in fifteen minutes,’ I instructed Felix. ‘And make sure Katrina is safe.’

Felix agreed without hesitation. ‘Just don’t “die” again,’ he implored me. ‘Because your first funeral was agonizing enough.’

I remembered that it was almost midnight. I called Helena’s number which I had saved onto my phone. She was chowing down on a bowl of muesli when she answered. ‘It is almost midnight,’ she reminded me brusquely. ‘Do you have names for me?’

‘Yes, actually I do,‘ I told her. ‘Napoleon Olivier.’

Helena frowned. ‘That’s not the name of a sheep.’ she sneered.

I was bemused. ‘A sheep? Napoleon is more important than a sheep. He’s a shepherd.’

‘I still need other names,’ Helena raved.

I ignored her outburst. ‘Come down to Revelation. That is where I want you to meet me.’

I made sure to pull my hood up the minute I spotted the security cameras. But before I made it down the hall any further, Ingrid found me. ‘I take it you’re the imposter Napoleon mentioned,’ she speculated, her voice hard and brittle.

Napoleon beat Lee about the face as Lee was tied to the chair. ‘If you claim there is nobody you are working for, then why protect them?’ Napoleon demanded furiously. ‘Or should I say her? I told you she was a killer, did I not?’

Ingrid interrupted the commotion, sliding the door open and dragging me along with her. ‘Claire is here to see you, Napoleon,’ she announced coolly. She pushed the door farther and practically flung me inside the room.

‘Samantha?!’ Lee exclaimed frantically. ‘I told you to run!’

‘Well I don’t run anymore,’ I retorted. ‘Get used to that.’

Ingrid handed over the fish knife I had on me, giving it to Napoleon. He then dismissed her as her eyes locked with mine. I eased up next to Lee and laid my hand on his shoulder while keeping my attention on Napoleon.

Lee looked up at me with simply naked emotion. ‘Napoleon thinks you’re the Clone Killer,’ he informed me in a low voice.

Napoleon appeared to have overheard, despite being on his phone leaving a message for Alan Nealon, with whom he was working. His back had been facing us, but now he turned around. ‘We have medical evidence that proves you are not Claire,’ he claimed.

‘And I think you know I’m not the Clone Killer either,’ I said acidly. ‘You’ve got the wrong woman. The clone that’s killing the rest of us is blonde, Ukrainian and a religious nut.’

‘I’m not about to argue, Samantha dear,’ Napoleon challenged, totally ignoring everything I’d just told him. ‘You have created a new brand of fratricide.’ My blood was boiling by then. Why wouldn’t he listen to me?

Napoleon began removing his black leather gloves to reveal his six fingers on each hand. He went to stroke my hair with his mutated fingers, and I flinched in disgust. Lee almost threw up.

‘What in hell’s name do you people want?’ I asked.

‘Just so you know,’ Napoleon crooned. ‘I want to rule the whole world. I plan to take over it.’

I felt Ingrid place a hood over my head and zip cuff my hands. She led me back down the basement corridor. I was terrified of what she was going to do to me. But then I heard Ingrid cry out in agony as Helena knocked her out.

I began to hyperventilate, as I was still trapped underneath the hood and having trouble breathing. I heard Helena’s voice as she spoke to me. ‘Do you want to be saved?’ She asked me in a coaxing manner. I struggled to break free. ‘Untie me,’ I gagged. But she refused, and then I felt the rope tighten as she began to choke me. ‘I want the name of another sheep first,’ she snarled.

Napoleon had the fish knife to Lee’s throat in a state of vengeful fury. ‘You made a fatal error, Lee,’ he whined. ‘You trusted the wrong person. But worst of all, you made a complete utter fool of me.’

He was just about to slit Lee across the throat and finish him off when his eyes caught the security camera screens. ‘Ingrid?’ he uttered as he saw his assistant slumped in a corner. He hurried off as Lee frowned at the screen, worried for my safety.

Napoleon burst into the security room where Ingrid lay unconscious. He had the fish knife at the ready and I panicked as I watched him through another camera. He was about to exit the room and start looking for me. But then Helena jumped down from her hiding place and surprised him! ‘I want to see your six fingers,’ she said playfully. ‘And your wings too.’

She kicked him down to the ground. ‘Take off your gloves and jacket,’ she ordered. ‘Now show me your wings.’

Slowly, Napoleon did as he was told, but began pleading for his life. ‘Please, there’s no need for this,’ he begged. Let me help you, Helena.‘

‘Fuck you!’  Helena spat. ‘I don’t want or need your help.’

His feathered wings sprouted and spread open like a bird’s.  ‘Avenging angel, huh?’ Helena scoffed. ‘You’re a breathing miracle.’ As she prepared to cut them off, she whispered, ‘I have a message for your master from Tomas.’ She then proceeded to cut off his wings with the fish knife as though carrying out an amputation. She did the same to his sixth fingers on each hand also.

Napoleon screamed at the top of his lungs in excruciating pain.

Lee looked over to another screen in time to see me running back toward the office. I was wearing Helena’s jacket. Eventually I got to him and prepared to rescue him. ‘I guess there are a few things I should’ve told you,’ I admitted apologetically, as I untied him.

Lee made a face. ‘You think?’ He responded sardonically.

At the cop shop, Anthony and Isla had reached the end of the rope with the Jane Doe investigation. ‘I’m heading home,’ Ant told Isla as he grabbed his jacket from one of the coat hangers. ‘Maybe you should too.’

But Isla suddenly stopped in her tracks. ‘Anthony, come quick,’ she called to him as the fingerprints finally came through on Claire. ‘I’ve just found a match.’

My mugshot popped up right in front of them. ‘Who’s Samantha Branning?’ Isla wondered as she studied my profile on her computer screen.

Ant was as mystified as Isla was. ‘And why the hell does she look like Claire?’

The Lost Orphan: Stolen Identity Book One Chapter Seventeen

Lee has only just been informed by his arch nemesis Napoleon about Samantha’s fellow clones, the missing murder victims being amongst them. He questions her about Portia, who was one of the European identicals killed by Helena.

Back home, it was now Lee’s turn to do the interrogation. ‘There are more than nine of you, Samantha,’ he stated. ‘Most of whom are dead.’

‘No!’ I objected strongly. ‘There’s only one of me, just like there was only one of Claire.’ Maybe I didn’t want to believe that I was a clone. That was why it was easier to think of myself as an individual who happened to resemble the late Claire Richards.

‘That’s not what I meant,’ Lee quickly corrected.

‘Listen, Claire figured out there were only nine of us so far,’ I confirmed. ‘I’ve only met Alison.’ And Melissa also. But I wasn’t ready to expose Mel to him just yet.

‘Who else is aware of this cloning existence? I mean apart from Felix.’

‘Alison is the only other person in the know.’ I was very steadfast.

‘And what about Portia Obinger?’ Lee leant against the wall and crossed his arms. ‘Before Alison Hendricks, there was the German clone you unexpectedly bumped into while posing as Claire. Before you know it, someone else showed up and then shot and killed her.’

‘What are you trying to say?’ I asked defensively.

‘Don’t lie to me, Samantha,’ he shot back. ‘The only reason why I’m trying to get all the information out of you is so that I can best protect you and whoever else you’ve got caught up in this shitty mess.’ I was protecting everyone else caught up in this mess. The last thing I needed was a knight in shining armour and I still wasn’t entirely sure whether or not to trust Lee.

‘Is Napoleon on to us or what?’ I asked, stalking right up into Lee’s space.

Lee just looked at me as if to say: If you’re going to have such an attitude, then that is fine with me. ‘Napoleon just told me that someone is killing the subjects and dumping their bodies,’ he revealed with just as much attitude. ‘They’re all missing and have yet to be confirmed dead. You know anything about that?’ he sneered at me with that obnoxious one-shoulder shrug that I really hated.

I decided to get straight to the point and come clean, but made sure not to give away the whole truth to this lousy tosser. ‘I have no knowledge of Portia’s killer or her agenda,’ I lied to his face. ‘All I know is that she is the same female killer responsible for the disappearances and deaths of the other clones.’

Lee nodded, almost believing me for one second. ‘Just so you know, Napoleon instructed me to just watch ‘Claire’ closely, protect her, and make sure she’s not aware.

I felt agitated and began to pace. ‘Aware of what exactly?’ I demanded, somewhat unnerved.

‘Of me. Of us. This is high-level shit Samantha,’ he said through a clenched jaw. ‘An illegal human cloning trial and some satanic cult with a brainwashed executioner on the loose. Aren’t you the least bit worried that someone might be trying to kill you?’ There was a hint of consternation in his tone of voice.

‘Yes of course I am,’ I admitted. ‘But as long as it’s not you or any of the people I love, then that is all that matters.’

Lee seemed relieved at the revelation that he was one of the people I cared about the most. But there was one more important thing. ‘I still need to see my daughter,’ I added emotionally.

Lee handed me his car keys and placed them gently in my hands. ‘Take my Rover,’ he offered kindly. ‘And in case someone is tailing you, my job is to keep you safe. At least let me do that.’

I nodded trustingly.

I headed to the underground garage. But before I could enter the Rover, Helena’s reflection superimposed next to mine in the rear window. ‘Shit!’ I exclaimed.

‘Calm down,’ Helena said quietly, holding her hands up. ‘I’m not here to hurt you.’ She moved closer to me to make sure I could see her clearly. ‘I have an offer for you. But first we must talk. And eat. Let’s have lunch.’

I raised an eyebrow. ‘Lunch?’

At Hogtown’s café, Helena enjoyed a bowl of dessert consisting of chocolate Jell-O pudding pie. I had ordered chicken pasta bake accompanied with a mini baguette sandwich and side salad. For some odd reason, she had decided to have the same. ‘I dreamed we were friends,’ she said to me with her mouth half-full.

I felt disgusted by the idea of having a friendship with Crazy Clone. ‘We are not,’ I countered.

Helena tilted her head and studied her dessert spoon. ‘We will be,’ she said with confidence. ‘I can see it.’

I wondered if her carers fed her, wherever it was that she went when she wasn’t hunting and killing her fellow clone sisters. ‘This is a nice restaurant, isn’t it?’ she openly decided as she poured some dessert cream over her Jell-O pudding.

‘I suppose,’ I snarked. ‘It got five stars in a review.’

Helena ate the last bite of her dessert, then licked the front and back of her spoon. ‘You know my name,’ she observed. ‘But I still have yet to know yours.’

‘This friendship isn’t there just yet,’ I replied definitively.

Even though I already knew her name, I still didn’t know Helena’s ethnic background. ‘Are you Russian?’ I asked out of curiosity rather than interest.

She shook her head. ‘I grew up in a convent in the Ukraine, and I was raised as Jewish,’ she corrected.

I blinked. ‘You mean you lived with Ukrainian nuns?’ I leaned close to Helena. ‘Are those the people who made you kill Portia Obinger and the others?’

Helena sucked on a lollipop. ‘They ordered me to kill Miss Portia. And Miss Tracie and Miss Adele also.’ Why she felt the need to address her murder victims by their ‘Miss’ titles, I had absolutely no idea. ‘I’m supposed to kill you too,’ she announced.

‘But you didn’t, did you?’ I noted. ‘You let me live, and in return I did the same for you. So why don’t we call it even and go our separate ways?’

Helena slid down in the booth and shoved her boot between my legs under the table. ‘We will never be separate,’ she said through clenched teeth. ‘Now tell me the names of the others and I will spare you.’

As if I would ever give away my surviving sisters to Crazy Clone! I started to get angry and flung out my Swiss army knife, jabbing it against Helena’s leg. ‘You move your foot away from me, otherwise I will stab you again,’ I threatened in a hostile tone.

Helena glared at me as she waited for me to put my penknife back in my pocket. People across the cafe were staring at us, much to my discomfort and exasperation. I just wished they would stop and go about their own daily lives. There was nothing to see here.

As Helena cautiously shoved herself back up in the booth and pulled up her booted leg with her, I stuffed the penknife – rather roughly – back in my pocket.

Helena picked up a pen and carefully blocked out a number onto an unused napkin. I assumed the number was hers. ‘You have until midnight to give me the names of the other clones,’ she ordered balefully. ‘Call this number, or you die first.’ She slid out of the booth and exited the diner. I watched her warily and she pulled the hood up over her head. Just before leaving, she turned around and waved at me, mouthing ‘bye-bye’ with a menacing look, and then ambled away. I didn’t wave back.

Outside the diner, I was already back on the phone to Melissa. ‘Helena wants your names by midnight or I’m first on her hit list.’

Melissa was shocked. ‘She has to be joking! Surely there is a way to stop her from carrying out her hit list.’ She was at her Annex Style house researching about a well-known prophet via his EyeSpace page.

‘Well there’s no way I’m ever going to going to give you up to her,’ I vowed. I was adamant that I would remain loyal to Melissa.

‘Maybe you should,’ Mel reasoned. ‘Not to Helena, but to Napoleon.’

I pondered over that before coming to a drastic decision. After all, what harm could Napoleon possibly do to any of us?

‘Our creators, whoever they are, might be trying to protect us and the other clones from Helena.’

‘Unfortunately, they already know Helena is after her Clone Sisters,’ I noted. I had by now reached Lee’s Rover to find a parking ticket on the windshield. Brilliant! That was all I needed after everything else.

‘Hey, have you heard of Doctor Aloysius Leekie?’ Melissa asked me. ‘He’s the poster boy for this spiritual movement called Revelation.’

Revelation? Was she referring to the same nightspot that belonged to Napoleon Olivier? It would be such a coincidence if she was!

‘Napoleon owns a club with that same name. Felix says it’s a bunch of devil worshipping freaks.’ There was one disturbing factor nobody knew yet. ‘Napoleon has six fingers on each hand, not to mention a few other birth deformities,’ I added.

While Melissa was intrigued to hear about Napoleon’s twelve fingers, I felt sickened. ‘Can we just get back to Helena?’ I suggested impatiently.

Speaking of Helena, Crazy Clone broke into Lee and Claire’s dark and empty condo and made her way into the kitchen. There was a leftover pancake that had been covered. She helped herself to the pancake and stared at a picture of a grinning Lee.

She continued to prowl through Claire’s house, stumbling across my pillow. She smelt it, breathing in the fresh scent and then lay down on the bed, cradling it.

Lee was in the back of a black taxi with Napoleon and a slender, tall woman by the name of Ingrid. ‘When we get there, you’re going to start talking,’ Napoleon said to Lee quietly. ‘And you’re going to tell us where Claire is.’

Lee didn’t even have a clue where it was they were taking him. All he knew was that Napoleon had booked a cab for the three of them, and he had been ordered to get straight in the back once the black cab had arrived. He was carefully seated between Ingrid and Napoleon.

‘In case you’ve been completely unaware, your subject is not who we think she is,’ Napoleon revealed. ‘She’s an imposter, and she has been pulling the wool over your eyes for so long.’

This has to be some kind of test, Lee thought. ‘I only saw Claire a few hours ago,’ he finally spoke up. ‘How do either of us know it wasn’t her?’

Napoleon held up a photo of Claire and Lee embracing each other, Claire nearly burrowing into Lee with a look on her face of despairing love. Despite Lee beaming ecstatically in the shot, Claire looked far from smiley – the exact opposite.

‘The person killing our subjects looks exactly like Claire,’ Napoleon explained.

‘You mean, like a twin,’ Lee supplied. He had already figured out I wasn’t Claire, but decided to play along with the façade, feeding Napoleon the lines he himself had worked his way through.

Outer Building of Revelation’s Secret Headquarters.

Napoleon, Lee and Ingrid had arrived at Revelation’s secret headquarters where their cult meeting was held. ‘I am sorry to tell you that Claire is dead,’ Napoleon informed Lee.

Lee already knew of Claire’s death, but still pretended to be shocked. ‘Why?’ He asked, devastated.

‘I am afraid I can’t answer that,’ Napoleon admitted regretfully.

‘Did this imposter kill Claire?’ Lee asked. Napoleon shrugged. ‘That is what we suspect. She is also believed to have killed other subjects. Yet she still shares your bed.’ Lee bit his lip, not knowing what to make of any of it. ‘To me, she’s still Claire,’ he said supposingly.

‘Regardless of what you think, Lee, I still need you to bring Samantha to the club,’ Napoleon instructed.

‘Who is Samantha?’ Lee asked.

‘All I know is that Samantha comes from Western Europe. I believe from England, but I’m not sure whereabouts in England.’ Napoleon was determined to get straight down to business. ‘Find this girl before they do.’

Lee glared at Napoleon suspiciously. ‘Who are they?’ He asked charily.

‘Never mind,’ Napoleon said sharply. ‘All you need do is follow my demands, and I promise you will get your life back.’

Ingrid silently handed Lee his blackberry, and then left the two men alone. ‘Now put it on speaker,’ Napoleon ordered.

The Lost Orphan: Stolen Identity Book One Chapter Sixteen

Lee has been in for a nasty shock with the fake ‘Claire’ revealing herself as Samantha and admitting to having taken over Claire’s identity ever since the real Claire killed herself. But Sam has just learnt something equally shocking about Lee – that he is supposed to be Claire’s monitor!

I flipped through snapshots of Lee from his military days and lifted his old dog tags from his box as I prepared to interrogate him further.

‘My problems didn’t start in the military,’ he told me as he poured glasses of scotch for us both. ‘But rather they began when I left service to become a private contractor.’

And I was really supposed to believe this incredible life story? Because at first, I didn’t.

‘I’m not doing any of this by choice,’ he convinced me.

‘So, you were forced to be Claire’s monitor for two years without even knowing why?’ I asked, summing it all up. Lee threw a dirty look at me.

‘What are you? An investigator all of a sudden? Because that’s rich coming from a hustler. You chose to infiltrate Claire’s life when you posed as her,’ he said disdainfully.

Now it was my turn to throw him a dirty look. ‘How long did it take for you to figure that out?’ I very much understood the seriousness of the situation, even if Lee thought otherwise.

‘We need to try and be honest with each other here,’ he suggested. I reluctantly agreed, feeling quite wary. ‘We’ll decide what happens with the medical tests you had performed on me whilst I was asleep,’ I said in a rebuking manner.

‘Fine,’ he snapped. ‘Since I don’t know what happens to the results seeing that they go straight to Doctor Olivier, I’ll make sure to ask him about it.’

I didn’t bother responding. I just grabbed a new clean set of clothes and stormed into the bathroom to take a shower. Lee stayed where he was, but glared after me. He probably thought I had no right to use any of the rooms in his house anymore.

I came out of the bathroom in my bra and mini shorts. ‘Will Doctor Olivier be able to tell I’m not Claire from the tests?’ I asked as I was still putting on my crop top. This was extremely vital information that I needed to know.

‘I already explained that I don’t know what the tests are for,’ Lee said again, sounding tired and irritable. ‘Unless you want to continue giving me a headache by nagging me with all these unanswerable queries.’

I gave up. If he wanted to be an arsehole, then that was fine with me. I knew to simply avoid him from now on.I headed directly to the bedroom. When Lee’s moodiness faded, he decided to check up on me. ‘You may not know it but I am worried about you,’ he called. I didn’t answer – the reason being that I had gone out of the bedroom window to escape him.

I got straight on the phone to Melissa. ‘You were right,’ I told her. ‘Lee doesn’t know a single thing about the clones.’

Melissa was in the university library scanning through course textbooks. ‘I knew it just had to be a double-blind,’ she whispered discreetly. The monitors are completely unaware of the purpose of the experiment. ‘My guess is so that they can’t tamper with the results.’

Just then, Mel passed a tall woman with golden hair that was in French curls. They exchanged friendly waves. ‘To be honest, I may have a monitor dilemma of my own,’ she quietly confessed.

‘Just stay clear of her,’ I strictly advised her. ‘It’s best not to trust anybody because of not knowing their true intentions.’

Melissa rolled her eyes in annoyance, but agreed anyway. ‘While you sound rather paranoid, I reckon you might have a good point.’

I filled Mel in on Lee’s past and background. ‘Apparently, Lee is an ex-military and assassin. He’s a very serious cunt who means business.’

I wasn’t over exaggerating when I said this. But unbeknownst to me, my car had been tagged with… a tracker!

Back at his condo, Lee had set up the tracking program on his laptop that marked my direction. As he brewed his tea and buttered his toast, he continued to watch my every move via his computer screen – even recording my conversation with Melissa. The sneaky bastard! He was now dressed in dark navy clothes to prove that he definitely meant business.

He went to the bathroom and snapped on a pair of black gloves before opening up the medicine cabinet and removing some of Claire’s prescription pills. Then he went back to the kitchen and grounded a magnum of emptied capsules in a mortar and pestle that Claire usually kept for homemade herbal remedies. As he did this, he left a message on my voice mail. ‘Listen, Samantha, I know why you took off this morning. But we need to know that the ground beneath us is solid.’ He lifted the door to an upper cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey. ‘So please,’ he added as he poured the ground up drugs through a funnel into the whiskey and swirled it around. ‘Let’s talk about this tonight.’ He disconnected and replaced the whiskey in the cabinet. Then he prepared a syringe simulator that would draw up ‘Claire’s blood.’

Headquarters of Napoleon Olivier’s Underground Nightclub.

‘You told me yesterday she was doing a lot better,’ Napoleon Olivier barked at Lee during their second man-to-man conference.

‘I never said that at all,’ Lee stated correctly. What I said as that she was trying to get herself back on track. Claire is still right in her dark place. I barely stopped her from overdosing the night before. He had the spiked whiskey at the ready, carefully stashed where he had found it, and he had yet to prep Napoleon for the report of Claire’s death. He was not ready for this at all. ‘She’s quit the force, and dumped her therapist. She has no one else.’

Napoleon scowled at Lee. ‘Claire has you to share in this crisis like any other event. I’ve already told you once before. Don’t interfere with Claire unless it’s critical.’

Feeling suspicious, Lee sent him a side-long look. ‘I need to know I won’t get blamed if Claire does harm to herself and I can’t stop her.’

Felix and I pulled up in the Jag next to Lee’s Range Rover. We were at the underground nightclub where Napoleon had ordered Lee to meet him. ‘What a bloody mess,’ I groaned, laying my hand on my forehead. ‘Even if he’s not ratting me out in there, those medical tests could still tell him I’m not Claire.’

‘Melissa said the medical tests would match,’ Felix reminded me. After all, you and Claire are clones. Therefore, your DNA is identical.’

‘What the fuck do you mean identical?!’ Anthony Bell barked at the coroner. She seemed slightly fazed by Ant’s aggressive reaction.

‘Jane Doe from the gravel crusher and the rampage shooter in the bathroom have identical DNA,’ she confirmed.

‘I pretty much blame the lab scientists more than anybody else,’ Isla claimed stiffly. They must have tampered with the samples, causing them to become contaminated.’ She looked at Ant as though looking for a second opinion.

‘That is bound to have not happened,’ the coroner insisted. ‘It is not as if they don’t know what they’re doing.’

‘Do you reckon you could offer us a clearer more straightforward explanation?’ Lieutenant Marshall asked.

‘Fair enough. Maybe the rampage killer planted Jane Doe’s blood in the bathroom. After all, such a scenario is more likely than the killer walking in the lab and contaminating the samples.’

Isla frowned, not buying any of it. ‘Or perhaps it was someone with access to the lab who doctored the results.’

Lieutenant Marshall was starting to get agitated. ‘Right! Comb straight through the whole shit pile again starting from the beginning,’ he ordered.

When Ant left the coroner’s room with Isla, he seemed twice as stressed out about the Portia Obinger murder case. ‘And to think that there are two more Jane Does whose disappearances have yet to be solved,’ he grunted.

‘Look, we should just start from square one with open minds,’ Isla decided. ‘Just as Lieutenant Marshall already suggested.’‘I still have questions about Claire’s run in with the killer. Speaking of Claire, I know for a fact that she would never tamper with evidence.’

In the office of his nightclub, Napoleon was seated opposite Lee as he calmly made some random but vital notes. Lee was being made to answer questions about Claire.

‘It all started eight months ago at the time of Claire’s shooting.’ Lee paused halfway to take a deep breath before continuing. ‘She didn’t seem to be herself at the time. On top of that, she’d begun to abuse prescription drugs.’

Napoleon stopped taking notes and placed the notepad and pen to one side. ‘How can I be sure if you’re telling the whole truth about what has been going on with Claire?’ he asked, raising one eyebrow. ‘Also, what did you mean when you stated that Claire didn’t seem to be herself at the time?’

Lee couldn’t understand why he was having these questions thrown at him while being interrogated and thought that he shouldn’t have to explain himself. He was starting to feel exasperated, but tried hard not to show it. ‘What I mean was that Claire’s drug abuse was brought on by her police work stress. It was her abuse that led directly to the civilian shooting. Her decline only got worse from there.’ What he didn’t know was that the reason Claire shot and killed Bonnie Chen was because Bonnie was working with another Prolethean agent called Tomas in hunting down the clones.

Revelation Nightclub Entrance.

People started to enter the club, most of who were Cyber-Goths. ‘For fuck’s sake,’ I snapped. ‘I’m through with waiting. I need to know what Lee’s up to.’

Felix stopped me for one second. ‘First of all, you can’t go in by yourself. Second of all, you can’t enter this club without any slap on your face. We need to get you all made up.’

Felix was really starting to get on my nerves. Now was not the time to get myself glammed up when I had an important mission to take care of! I had a lot of investigation to do.

‘It will be just a quick makeover,’ he cajoled. ‘I promise.’

After making ourselves look slightly more presentable – Felix was practically all made up while all I had on was my heavy Maybelline lip gloss and nightclub hairstyle – we entered the club and came across a short man who was the club’s gatekeeper and a large man who was one of the bouncers. ‘Revelation is a private club,’ the gatekeeper told us.

‘I know,’ Felix quipped. ‘But we made sure to bring our IDs with us.’

The bouncer and the gatekeeper both grinned at us. ‘In that case,’ the bouncer said as he opened the club door for us. We wasted no time. I left Felix to chat up some fellow night clubbers and made my way downstairs to Napoleon’s office. I heard him continue to ask Lee questions about Claire’s mental state and his relationship with her.

‘When was the last time you were sexually intimate?’

‘Three days ago,’ Lee finally answered after a long pause. I could tell none of that was true. There was no intimacy at all between them.

‘And would you describe the intercourse as passionate?’ there was curiosity in Napoleon’s voice.

‘Kind of,’ Lee answered with a hint of insult. ‘Look, it’s hard for me to help if I don’t know what’s going on.’

‘But you are already aware of all the details, Leonardo,’ Napoleon explained. ‘All the psychological tests, physical exams and social metrics are not for Claire alone.

‘The problem with clandestine ops is that information and security rarely go hand-in- hand. This is why I’ve been told rather late that someone is killing our subjects and disposing of their bodies.’ My heart immediately dropped as I realised Napoleon was referring to the European Jane Does that were all disappearing one by one. The fact that the killer’s victims had been potentially abducted before being murdered was something I didn’t get the chance to upload Lee on. If that wasn’t fucked up, then I had no idea what was!

A wounded and weakened Helena was being ministered to Tomas at an abandoned industrial warehouse. ‘Why didn’t you kill the imposter when you had the chance?’ Tomas asked as he rinsed a cloth out in a large saucer-shape bowl of water.

Helena struggled to sit up, still wincing at the shooting pain of her seeping side wounds. ‘Samantha is different from the others,’ she said quietly. ‘She and I have a connection.’

‘Unlike all the missing women you killed and dumped in all those hidden burial plots, you mean?’ Tomas scoffed as he continued to treat and dress her wounds. ‘Is that your excuse for sparing Samantha? Well believe me, your connection with her is nothing. Absolutely nothing. Simply just one of your fingernail clippings like the rest of them.’

Helena growled in response at this jibe. ‘Samantha said I am not the original,’ she related bitterly. ‘She told me that we are all the same.’

‘Well she’s wrong!’ Tomas cupped her face in his palms and eyed her fiercely. ‘Don’t believe such an outrageous thing, understood?’

Helena nodded obediently, her innocent childlike eyes pleading for forgiveness.

Tomas stroked her dirty blonde hair with the tips of his fingers. ‘You’re getting stronger,’ he reassured her. But the task is now more difficult, since the real Claire Richards killed our friend Bonnie Chen.’

‘The copies are harder to find,’ Helena acknowledged.

‘I know. But we will get there.’ Tomas began to wash Helena’s hair, and the dirt travelled from her split ends down the basin. And I need you to be strong in finding the imposter.’ He handed her a razor blade. ‘Remember, the path to the shepherd is through the sheep,’ he instructed. ‘Promise me that you will bleed her for what she knows and then kill her.’ He then turned and exited the gulag, leaving Helena to carry out her mission.

Napoleon showed Lee the missing persons profiles of each of the murdered clones. Then he pulled up Claire’s profile. ‘Am I correct in stating that Claire was in the middle of tracking down her identicals when these women all died by the hands of the same killer?’ he disputed.

Lee was dumbfounded. ‘Claire never told me any of this.’

Suddenly, a party going guest interrupted. ‘There’s someone outside asking to see you, Mr Dierden.’

‘Who?’ Lee asked impatiently.

‘They wouldn’t say,’ the young male confirmed. ‘They just asked me to tell you to meet them outside.’

Lee left Napoleon’s headquarters and spotted Felix. He instantly ignored him and walked past with a slightly cool demeanour. But then Felix tried to approach him discreetly. ‘Why the fuck are you following me?’ Lee demanded irritably.

‘I only wanted to ask what your name was,’ Felix shrugged. ‘It’s just that you look familiar. Don’t worry; I’m not a stalker or anything.’

I hurried up to get between them. ‘Calm down, Lee. He’s with me, okay? He’s my foster brother.’

Lee just stared at us, not knowing what to believe anymore. ‘You mean you have a foster brother?’ he asked, looking at Felix disparagingly. Then he eyed me up and down. ‘What the hell is up with your appearance?’

While I wasn’t surprised he noticed my clubbing gear, wacky hairdo and punk rock jewellery, I was shocked and rather offended by his unexpected remark. ‘Forget about my appearance,’ I offered hurriedly. ‘You should be asking me what I’m doing here.’ Seeing that he didn’t expect to see me at Revelation’s nightspot.

Lee took me to one side. ‘Meet me back at the condo,’ he told me in private. ‘Don’t bring your so-called foster brother.’

The Lost Orphan: Stolen Identity Book One Chapter Fifteen

Once Lee has noticed that Samantha lacks Claire’s scar that she sustained in a mountain bike accident, his suspicions that he has been dealing with a different person these past few weeks have finally been confirmed after having missed all the signs earlier. Time for the layers to start peeling off…

Lee returned to TREXCON Consulting Enterprise to meet up with Napoleon Olivier, who was seated with his leather gloved hands folded professionally. ‘We need to talk about Claire,’ Napoleon said ominously.

‘I know,’ Lee replied. ‘As usual, she was in a pretty foul mood this morning.’

‘Well, that’s nothing new. Anything else?’

Lee put his hands in his pockets with unease. ‘She quit the police force. This time for good.’

Only Lee wasn’t telling the whole truth. On top of that, he didn’t reveal to Napoleon that there was something else he’d uncovered.

‘Are you still concerned about Claire’s mental health?’ Napoleon asked out of curiosity.

‘She’s still very depressed, which can only be expected. But now that she has been put on new meds she should be doing okay, I suppose.’

‘You understand that your role as monitor is not to interfere.’

‘I do know that. And I’ve been making sure not to.’

I returned to Felix’s flat to meet up with him and discuss about the man I’d been sleeping with – Lee Dierden – who turned out to be Claire’s monitor all along. But I had to quickly hide as Colin the morgue attendant came out of the room leading to the doorway. Once I made sure he was gone, I quickly hustled into the flat. ‘Why were you with Colin?’ I demanded sternly.

‘Calm down, sis,’ Felix insisted, slightly offended. ‘He’s the first nice kind bloke I’ve met in ages.’

‘So you thought you’d shag the guy we conned into identifying my body?’ I snarked as I poured myself a drink.

‘Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot that your life is more important than mine,’ Felix bitched back. He actually had the nerve to blurt that out!

‘No, it isn’t, actually! My life is just way more difficult and frustrating,’ I corrected sharply, sitting myself down. ‘And to make matters even worse, Vincent has come back. He unexpectedly ran into Alison and now he thinks I’m alive.’ Which – as a matter of face – I actually was.

Speaking of Vincent… we heard him storm into the flat as soon as the door flung open violently. ‘Is this a bad time?’ he asked sarcastically. He tried to remain calm and composed, but Felix and I could tell he was seeing red. ‘You tasered me. You pepper sprayed me. And you think I’m just gonna walk away like some nobody?’ He wandered across the room to where we were sitting as he said this.

‘Look, it wasn’t me that tasered and pepper sprayed you,’ I interrupted. ‘That was a completely different woman who just happened to look like me.’

‘Don’t give me that shit,’ Vince spat. ‘And then that coke you stole from me while pretending to be dead? Who the fuck do you think took the fall for that?’ I was horrified as he revealed his bandaged throbbing hand. ‘Now where is the fucking money?’

I got out Alison’s 20K and slammed it on the table. ‘I’m only handing it over to you so that maybe you’ll fuck off,’ I snapped. I’d referred to it as piss off money.

‘How the fuck do you do it?’ Vince asked in a low and fierce tone. ‘Lying there in that morgue. Holding your breath, Samantha, while I am crying my eyes out. I’m actually grieving.’ He then turned to Felix and glared at him. ‘And the fact that you helped her fake her own suicide and let me think she was dead. What kind of a sick bunch of fuck asses are you two?’

‘I’m not proud of what I did,’ I confessed. ‘But it was the only way to get away from you, Vincent.’

‘But I thought we had something special?!’

‘Not to me, we didn’t. Not now. Not ever.’ I thrust the flat door open and ordered him out.

‘You’re not chucking me out,’ Vince began obstinately. ‘I won’t let you do that.’

‘I think you should do what she says and leave, Vincent,’ Felix offered.

Vincent slowly scooped up the twenty grand. ‘It’s not over, Samantha,’ he promised as he shuffled out of the flat.

I was glad that Vincent was gone. But suddenly my mobile rang. It was Lee. There was no way I would answer him. Not after Felix and I had listened to the recorded audio files of Lee and Napoleon’s conversation.

‘Don’t answer,’ Felix begged.

‘I won’t,’ I said quietly as I pressed the reject button. I was righteously pissed off over what I’d just learnt about the man who had turned out to be Claire’s monitor the whole time. ‘He knows something,’ I told Felix anxiously. ‘I know he does.’

My mobile chirped again, much to my exasperation. I checked only to see that… Lee had sent me pictures of my walk with Katrina!

‘Lee actually followed me straight to Katrina,’ I realised, horrified.

I jumped up and shrugged back into my coat. ‘What are you going to do?’ Felix asked, extremely worried.

‘I will not let him threaten my daughter,’ I vowed as I snatched up the mobile. ‘I need you to go to Siobhan’s and make sure Katrina is okay.’

I felt more determined now than ever. This time, I was not about to back down.

I was on the phone to Melissa as I sat in my Jag outside the condo. ‘I’m about to go in there and shoot Bastard Lee in the balls,’ I fumed.

In major contrast, Melissa was pretty much calm and collected. ‘Not just yet, Sam,’ she cautioned sensibly. ‘This is our chance to finally get answers.’

‘But he followed me to Katrina, Mel,’ I cried in dismay.

‘I already know this, as Felix filled me in on everything,’ Melissa confirmed. ‘I also know what it must mean to you. But at the same time, Lee covered for you while you were in Claire’s disguise.’

She was right, after all.

‘I’m terrified that Lee might be falling for Fake Claire aka me,’ I admitted.

Melissa pondered on that for one moment. ‘Well then that’s great news.’

‘How is that great news?’ Was she out of her bloody mind?

‘Because he may not even know he’s watching a clone. But that Napoleon Olivier guy definitely does. He runs Lee, so even though Lee is your potential monitor, he can’t skew the results either.’

‘You mean these people are keeping Lee in the dark also?’ I guessed correctly.

‘Exactly. We need to get to Napoleon after having dealt with Lee.’

I carefully let myself into the darkened condo and eased through looking for Lee. To my surprise, Lee turned on the light by the couch where he was sitting.

‘I had no idea you were in here, Lee,’ I noted scornfully.

Lee ignored this comment. ‘And I thought you’d gone away to visit a friend,’ he responded acidly. ‘I also thought you were a cop who had just turned in her gun and badge.’

Damn! How did he find me out so quickly?

‘Well, apparently, I’ve got a stalker,’ I bit back.

Lee picked his pistol off his couch, rose to his feet and loosely held his gun in my direction so that he wasn’t aiming at me but near enough. ‘Maybe you should sit down and put the gun on the coffee table,’ he indicated wryly.

‘Is this some kind of fucking test, then?’ I questioned rather angrily as I did exactly as he ordered.

‘I knew,’ he said, sounding just as angry as I felt. ‘I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I could tell. That day when you were supposed to be at the trial was the first time we’d had sex in fucking months.

‘And you were wearing that Clash t-shirt. Just before we screwed each other in the bedroom, I started to get that strange feeling that something about you had changed. And what was it that you said? That there was nothing different about you, that you were still the same Claire I’d met two years ago.’

I shook my head in disbelief. This was getting us nowhere. ‘What are you saying exactly?’ I snarled.

‘You quit the force after refusing to ever think about it,’ he noted. ‘On top of that, the scar on your neck just disappears mysteriously because of what? Some fucking prescribed ointment?’

I seriously thought that he was losing it. I even told him so. ‘You’re completely off your rocker,’ I murmured.

But Lee was undaunted. ‘Am I?’ he continued as he pulled out prints of me and Katrina together from his jacket pocket and tossed them on the coffee table before my eyes. ‘This little girl I saw you with?! How do you explain about her?’

I looked at him with ice cold eyes. ‘She is my niece,’ I responded, perjuring myself.

‘Don’t fuck with me! When I saw you together, you looked as close as a mother-daughter couple. I even heard her call you “Mum”. The last time I checked, Claire didn’t have any children because she couldn’t have any.’ He looked back at me with a deathly stare. ‘Which means that you are not Claire.’

This was it. I’d finally been caught.

‘And I know you’re not Claire because I was watching some old video of the fucking real Claire training for a half-marathon,’ Lee continued, his voice filled with venom. ‘What was the last race you ran? And what city was it in?’

I knew the answers to neither of these. Gone was the fake Claire – in her place the real Samantha.

Now Lee was aiming the gun right at me. ‘Where is Claire?’ he hissed at me. ‘Whoever the fuck you are, you tell me now where Claire is!’

I wasn’t intimidated by the bastard. I had no reason to be. ‘Claire is dead,’ I finally replied in my own native British accent. ‘She killed herself by jumping in front of a train. I saw her do it.’

Lee was knocked back a step almost as though he had been slapped across the face. ‘You’re English. You’re from Britain, aren’t you? What’s your name?’

‘Samantha,’ I practically spat out my name.

‘Samantha what?’ he demanded icily. ‘What is your surname?’

‘Samantha is good enough,’ I replied twice as coldly.

‘This is bullshit,’ he gritted through his teeth. ‘Claire isn’t dead. Or is this a test?’ he echoed my exact question.

‘When Claire died, I took her identity,’ I revealed to him as his hand began shaking while he was still holding his gun. Feeling unnerved and unable to sit below him at gunpoint any longer, I finally got up and made my way into the kitchen. Somehow, I knew he would never bring himself to shoot me. I heard him follow me, anyway, with the gun still in his hand.

‘If you’re planning to shoot me then fucking go ahead and get it over with,’ I raged. ‘Or what the fuck are you waiting for?’

Lee finally lowered his gun, just as I’d predicted. Spineless prick, he didn’t have the bottle!

‘Look, I was just going to clean out her bank accounts. I didn’t mean to get all tangled up with you, or Claire’s partner, or anybody else,’ I admitted with exasperation.

‘If Claire really is dead,’ Lee wondered. ‘Then how do I know you didn’t kill her?’

I turned around to face him. ‘Because you killed her,’ I said to him accusingly. ‘I know that you’re her monitor. Because you observed her. You let medical experts into her room. Doctors came to her bedroom and medically examined her in her sleep, just like last night. And she was aware of it.

‘And she eventually took her own life because the man she loved turned her whole life into a complete lie.’ I felt the uncontrollable rage inside me begin to boil over as I pulled out the letters Claire wrote to Lee that I had found. ‘You’re a plant,’ I felt my voice quiver as I flung the letters at him in anger. ‘She knew you didn’t love her and she couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t let her leave. And now she figured it out in the very end.’

Lee was unable to deny it. Convicted, his face fell. The tears fell also. I myself tried hard not to break down.

‘She trusted you,’ I whispered, my voice cracking. ‘I trusted you. How could you do that to her? And to me?’

Lee looked up at me, his face damp and his eyes red-rimmed. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he sobbed. ‘I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t want to be Claire’s monitor.’

‘Then why did you do it?’ I demanded in a stronger tone.’

‘They control us,’ Lee confessed as he wiped his face with his palm. ‘But they don’t tell us why.’