in the freezer."
She shook her head. "What I really want is some jasmine tea."
"Let me make it." He got up and went behind the kitchen counter. "Why are you carrying a garbage bag around?"
"I was fired today. They put all my personal stuff in that bag and locked me out of my room."
"What?" He was incredulous. "How come?"
"There was an article in the New York Times today saying that my use of databases violates people's privacy. But I think Berrington Jones was just using that as an excuse to get rid of me."
He burned with indignation. He wanted to protest, to spring to her defense, to save her from this malicious persecution. "Can they dismiss you just like that?"
"No, there's a hearing tomorrow morning in front of the discipline committee of the university senate."
"You and I are both having an unbelievably bad week." He was going to tell her about the DNA test when she picked up the phone.
"I need the number of Greenwood Penitentiary, it's near Richmond, Virginia." As Steve filled the kettle, she scribbled a number and dialed again. "May I speak to Warden Temoigne? My name is Dr. Ferrami....Yes, I'll hold....Thank you.... Good evening, Warden, how are you? ... I'm fine. This may sound like a silly question, but is Dennis Pinker still in jail? ... You're sure? You saw him with your own eyes? ... Thank You And you take care of yourself, too. Bye." She looked up at Steve. "Dennis is still in jail. The warden spoke to him an hour ago."
Steve put a spoonful of jasmine tea into the pot and found two cups. "Jeannie, the cops have the result of their DNA test."
She went very still. "And ... ?"
"The DNA from Lisa's vagina matches the DNA from my blood."
In a bemused voice she said: "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Someone who looks like me and has my DNA raped Lisa Hoxton on Sunday. The same guy attacked you in Philadelphia today. And it wasn't Dennis Pinker."
Their eyes locked, and Jeannie said: "There are three of you."
"Jesus Christ." He felt despairing. "But this is even more unlikely. The cops will never believe it. How could something like this happen?"
"Wait," she said excitedly. "You don't know what I discovered this afternoon, before I ran into your double. I have the explanation."
"Dear God, let this be true."
She looked concerned. "Steve, you're going to find it shocking."
"I don't care, I just want to understand."
She reached into the black plastic garbage bag and retrieved a canvas briefcase. "Look at this." She took out a glossy brochure folded open to the first page. She handed it to Steve and he read the opening paragraph:
The Aventine Clinic was founded in 1972 by Genetico Inc., as a pioneering center for research and development of human
in vitro
fertilization - the creation of what the newspapers call "test-tube babies."
Steve said: "You think Dennis and I are test-tube babies?"
"Yes."
He had a strange, nauseated feeling in the pit of his stomach. "That's weird. But what does it explain?"
"Identical twins could be conceived in the laboratory and then implanted in the wombs of different women."
Steve's sick feeling got worse. "But did the sperm and egg come from Mom and Dad - or from the Pinkers?"
"I don't know."
"So the Pinkers could be my real parents. God."
"There's another possibility."
Steve could see from the worried look on Jeannie's face that she was afraid this would shock him too. His mind leaped ahead and he guessed what she was going to say. "Maybe the sperm and egg didn't come from my parents or the Pinkers. I could be the child of total strangers."
She did not reply, but her solemn look told him he was right.
He felt disoriented. It was like a dream in which he suddenly found himself falling through the air. "It's hard to take in," he said. The kettle switched itself off. For something to do with his hands, Steve poured boiling water into the teapot. "I've never much resembled either Mom or Dad. Do I look like one of the Pinkers?"
"No."
"Then it's most probably strangers."
"Steve, none of this takes away the fact that your mom and dad loved you and raised you and would still give their lives for you."
With a shaky hand he poured tea into two cups. He gave one to Jeannie and sat beside her on the couch. "How does all this explain the third twin?"
"If there were twins in the test tube, there could have been triplets. It's the same process: one of the