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It didn’t make Doyle clan less hospitable, not at all. They were all fire and flame, ready to show "ol’ chap" what he has – how they presumed – forgotten. So almost the whole day Connor and Rebecca spent going from one house to another, drinking to health of the people Connor was supposed to know and Rebecca called "her darlin’ relatives". If not for being married, Doyle would have been happy to investigate the fantastical phenomena he’s just discovered. Was it really possible that there has been his exact copy living in Ireland? Having the same name and the same appearance. Of course, Connor was quite a common Irish name but nevertheless the similarities were startling. Even the same age! With one difference: Irish Connor was married to Rebecca and didn’t know Lindsay. And American Connor wasn’t ready to spend his life with Rebecca exactly because he did know Lindsay.
"Connor, have you seen Kit’s new baby? But of course you haven’t! However we’re going to visit them today!" Rebecca was back to the room, smiling.
"I thought you went packing," Connor knew it wasn’t polite but his nerves were on edge.
"Darling, I thought you’ve been joking! How can you even consider leaving Lough Erin?"
"Rebecca, listen, I know it seems strange to you but please believe me: I’m not your dead husband or whatever. I am an American, born in US and living in US. I’m a scientist and I intend to go back to the people I know. That means to US. Back to where I belong."
"But…" she was at a loss for words, "but I know you belong here. Please, Connor, I can imagine that the shock was a bit too much for you but surely you do recognize our relatives and me and.."
"No, Rebecca, I don’t. That’s what it is about. I can’t explain to you how I got here from US and I don’t know why I resemble so much your deceased husband but I’m definitely not the same Connor Doyle you know."
"Again the headache?" she asked.
"Rebecca, for heaven’s sake!!!" Doyle lost his patience. "Woman, I’ve told you times already that I’m not crazy or having a headache or whatever else you think I am or have. I want back to OSIR. And if you don’t want to go with me, you can just as well stay here."
Rebecca answered nothing.
A week later they were sitting in a plane heading US.
"Day dreaming, boss, that’s not good," Mia grinned at Connor, who almost jumped at the sound of her voice.
"Mia, you’ll scare the wits out of me."
"And you of me. Sitting with a vacant expression on your face. You know how many lunatics there’re around."
"Oh, Mia. Have you found out something new?"
"In fact no," Stone plumped down on a chair, "but I thought I need the break. Angela’s quite miserable."
"Guys, you won’t believe what I’ve found," Lindsay burst into the room and almost ran to the table.
"What’s on, Linds, you look like a cat that’s swallowed a canary," Mia complained.
"That’s amazing on the one part and shocking on the other. No, you’ll never guess!"
"’Course we won’t if you keep on jumping around without telling us anything!" commented Peter, entering the room.
"Well," Lindsay pushed the button on the remote control and on the screen appeared a picture of a complicated chemical compound.
"Oh no," Connor groaned, "not another chemistry lesson!"
"Axon’s physical stuff’s quite enough," agreed Mia.
Lindsay was too busy to notice: "This is succinylcholin."
"Beg your pardon?" Peter asked.
"Pete," Lindsay exploded, "if you interrupt me every two minutes, don’t expect I’ll be able to tell you anything at all!"
"Sorry, Lin, go on," Connor said.
"This succinylcholine’s normally used in surgeries for operation. Its effect is similar to that of curare. That means it relaxes the muscles so that you can easily cut wherever you want."
"And what does it have to do with Leons’s case?" Peter couldn’t help asking.
"Succinylcholine," Lindsay threw Axon a thunderous look," is ideal for such purpose: you can’t find it in blood an hour later. Nevertheless it’s very effective. And it is a perfect weapon."
"Weapon?" Mia, Peter and Connor spoke at the same time.
"Yes, weapon."
"You mean, someone tried to kill Chelsey?" Mia cried out incredulously.
"Looks like. The thought itself is quite impossible, such a small kid couldn’t possibly have such strong enemies but we should check the parents," shrugged Lindsay.
"Lindsay, you said that it’s impossible to find succinylcholine in blood after several hours. How did you find it out?" Connor voiced Peter’s thoughts.
Donner suddenly smiled: "You won’t like it but I’ll tell you. I’ve searched through the bins at the clinic."
"You haven’t!" Mia burst into laughter.
"I have. Quite a job I must admit," Lindsay grinned even wider.
Connor shook his head: "Did they let you do it?"
"Certainly not. If they’d have known. But do I really have to ask for permission to look for evidence in a bin?"
Peter smiled back: "Hey, that reminds me of a case with Praeger. Mind you, Lindsay, he even threw a banana peel into a bin while I was digging there."
"Typical Mathew," giggled Mia.
"Concentrate please," Connor asked. "Well, Lindsay, are you quite sure it’s the same ampoule that was used for Chelsey?"
"Yes, an ampoule with succinylcholine."
"Really?" Peter frowned. "How come that?"
"It was a paregoric actually, succinylcholine was added."
Peter’s answer was an "oh".
"Exactly. Oh. Pete, you’ve got it right," Lindsay said. "The question is: who’d go to such trouble to kill a child?"
"We should check the background, everyone suspicious should be written down. Stone, Donner, it’s your job. Meanwhile I’ll take Axon and have a look at the dentist. Something tells me we’d better keep an eye on him," Doyle ordered.
"Righto," Lindsay took her bag and ushered Mia out of the room. "Mia, time waits for no man."
"You know, Lin, this case turned out to be just a crime. Not any paranormal stuff," Stone replied, easing herself into the car sit. "And we’re not police or FBI to hunt down the bandits."
"Still it is more paranormal than you think," Lindsay turned on the ignition, "it always makes me wonder of which crime a human can be capable. That alone is a case for OSIR. However I doubt we’ll ever come nearer to the truth."
"And yet you believe in people," Mia popped a chewing gum into her mouth.
"I do. And I’ll never stop doing it. But that doesn’t automatically mean there’re no dark sides of human nature," Lindsay pulled the car to a stop in front of a big building. "Well, let’s see what Mr. Leons’s got to tell us about his friends and foes."
Chuck Leons was a friendly looking man in his forties who greeted his visitors with a smile.
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