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couldn’t just be a coincidence. She thought that the face looked familiar. But it was the name that made it impossible to ignore.
    Dorothy Olsen.
    Dorothy had been a sensitive girl but not too talkative. She had never made it clear why she came to England for a procedure that could be done just as easily in America. It wasn’t as if she was a health shopper, seeking free medical treatment under Britain’s National Health Service. This was a private clinic and she had paid a lot.
    Susan had asked her about it once, but she had just clammed up. It wasn’t that she was shy or secretive, it was just that she had made it clear that she found it too painful to talk. Of course she may have told the doctors, but Susan doubted that she told them more than she had had to.
    The nurse speculated that it might have something to do with opposition from within her own family. And also, Nurse White speculated, there might be some very complicated background to the whole case.
    But none of this was what was troubling her now. It was the timing. The news report hadn’t specified the exact date but the reporter had said nine years. Could it be the same person? The reporter had also said something about Dorothy disappearing on the night of her “high school prom.” According to the records, Dorothy had first approached them in May . Was that when high school proms took place? Susan White didn’t know.
    Maybe it’s someone else with the same name … or maybe someone deliberately took her name.
    The trouble was, there were just too many things in common: the name, the date. It was too much to dismiss as a coincidence.
    Her mind was racing into unfamiliar territory. Maybe there was another explanation. Like what? Twins? An identical twin using her sister’s name? Not very plausible. There was nothing in the Eyewitness News report about a twin sister – something they would surely have mentioned if it had been the case, if only for the human interest angle.
    There was no getting away from it. Susan knew that she had to act. Time was of the essence. She found a set of master keys and used them to open one of the offices. She wanted to use the phone without anyone else overhearing. The person she called was Stuart Lloyd, the Chief Administrator who had gone home for the day.
    “Hallo.” She recognized the voice of Elizabeth, Stuart’s wife.
    “Oh hallo, Mrs. Lloyd. It’s Susan White from the clinic. Is Stuart – Mr. Lloyd – there?”
    “He’s eating dinner.”
    “Oh I’m sorry.” Susan didn’t know how to play it. “Look, I know this … I mean … would it be possible to have a quick word with him?”
    There was a tense silence.
    “Can he call you back?” The voice was sharp, showing the irritation even while trying to hide it.
    Susan White knew that this might mean in five minutes, two hours – or never. And she couldn’t take a chance on that.
    “It’s rather urgent.”
    “Just a minute,” said Elizabeth Lloyd, even more stiffly.
    In the silence that followed, the nurse strained to hear the voices in the background. But she didn’t need to strain for long. Through part of the brief exchange at least, the voices were somewhat raised. When silence returned, the nurse tensed up, anticipating a possible storm.
    “Yes, Nurse?”
    It was her boss.
    “Stuart, listen, I’m sorry to bother you at home like this. But I’ve just seen a report on one of the American news channels. It was about a murder over there.”
    “What on earth has that got to do with us?”
    “The victim’s name was Dorothy Olsen.”
    “Good God!” Lloyd muttered under his breath.
    “We have to do something. We can’t just ignore it.”
    Stuart was silent for a few seconds. Then he spoke.
    “We have to be careful. We’re not just talking civil negligence or malpractice here, don’t forget. There’s also that small matter of fiddling the dates.”
     
     
     

11:28 PDT
     
    “We’re bringing you this special report from outside the