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"I don't get it."
DI Fields sat back in his chair, frowning. "We have blood samples, strands of hair, all kinds of fibres coming out...and the Monahue girl decides to trot down to the police doctor and give a DNA sample? Voluntarily? What gives here? What's going on? Is she mad?"
"Desperate, perhaps." DS Roden suggested with a shrug, looking up from his desk where he had been filling in a very pressing crossword puzzle. "I dunno, we have her nailed, sir. The blood...she can't refute that. And the hair samples - from what forensics have said, they look an awful lot like the hair strands submitted by Miss Monahue."
"So why volunteer a sample? Publicity?" The DI looked puzzled. "I know she was mobbed for statements by press and cameras as she left the hotel. Perhaps that's it, she thinks she's playing out some big movie role. I dunno, Roden. It beggars all belief."
"Well, it's very convenient for us." Roden observed. "Because her DNA profile is the one thing we've got missing from our case against her. Have that and we have our girl."
"Yes, very true." DI Fields nodded. "I suppose in that light I shouldn't question it. I'll simply be glad of the evidence...yes?" As the door opened to admit a young constable. "What is it?"
"You're wanted in the coroner's office, sir. I think they found something." The constable reported. DI Fields nodded, getting to his feet, and indicating for his companion to follow him. Slowly they made their way down to the 'office' at the end of the corridor, where the coroner held his domain.
"Well?" The DI pushed open the door, eying the man inside with a quizzical look. "You have something to tell me?"
"Yes, but I don't think it's what you want to hear." The coroner frowned, scooping up a sheet of paper from the desk and handing it to the DI. "Reports back from the lab on the samples that Monahue girl submitted."
"Oh?" Curious, the detective took the sheet, skimming over it and letting out an exclamation.
"I don't believe it!"
"What?" DS Roden looked startled. "What's up, sir?"
"She doesn't match!" The DI cursed. "Her DNA profile...it isn't the same as the blood we took from Ridley's clothing!"
"But...isn't that impossible?" DS Roden's jaw dropped. "Her blood type...and the hair..."
"Oh, the hair is a match all right." The DI nodded. "Though the lab did comment that it wasn't an easy test to do, since sections of the sample given by Miss Monahue were coated in dye and therefore unuseable." He frowned.
"I want her re-tested." He announced. "Somehow someone in that company is playing clever games with us. She volunteered this DNA and it's not giving us the result that makes sense - that we expected. I want her re-tested - thoroughly - and I want the entire process recorded, to make sure no foul play is going on. Understood!"
"I'm on it, Sir." Roden nodded, already halfway out of the door. DI Fields dropped into a chair, dumping the sheet onto the desk.
"How can she not match?" He wondered aloud. "Everything else damn well does...What else did the lab say?"
"That they'd had to retest the DNA sample two or three times to confirm that the DNA profile of Miss Monahue was not that of the killer you're looking for." The coroner told him.
"So there's a chance that somehow the sample could have been contaminated?" The DI looked hopeful.
"It's possible, or something similar occured with the blood we found at the scene." The coroner shrugged. "I'm as much at a loss as you are. Everyone who has given samples in the investigation of this crime - plus the victim - have been type A or type O...Miss Monahue is the only suspect with an AB blood type."
DI Fields frowned, rubbing his temples, then,
"Wait a minute! The blood at the crime scene...didn't the lab say it wasn't pure?"
"They found trace evidence of heroin in the sample." The coroner nodded, checking his original documentation. "And the samples Miss Monahue submitted were clear of any substance."
"Could that have done it?"
"I would not expect the DNA to be altered by a hit of heroin." The coroner shook his head. "But re-test her by all means."
"It's a murder investigation, we have to be sure nothing was tampered with." The DI responded. He groaned. "But if she doesn't match - hell, what kind of a case are we looking at now?"

Chapter One: An Uncertain Reputation
Chapter Two: Reaction
Chapter Three: Questions
Chapter Four: Back Home
Chapter Five: Complications
Chapter Six: The Net Closes
Chapter Seven: Jetta Demands
Chapter Eight: Startling News
Chapter Nine: An Unlikely Suspect
Chapter Ten: The Truth
Chapter Eleven: Amber
Chapter Twelve: Final Verdict
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