Surprisingly, Dad was calmer. Steve would have expected a man to have a stronger reaction to the cuckoo aspect of the whole story. But Dad had been tirelessly rational, going over Jeannie’s logic, speculating about other possible explanations for the phenomenon of the triplets, concluding in the end that she was probably right. However, reacting calmly was part of Dad’s code. It did not necessarily tell you how he was feeling underneath. Right now he was out in the yard, placidly watering a flower bed, but inside he might be boiling.
Mom started frying onions, and the smell made Steve’s mouth water. “Meat loaf with mashed potatoes and ketchup,” he said. “One of the great meals.”
She smiled. “When you were five years old you wanted it every day.”
“I remember. In that little kitchen in Hoover Tower.”
“Do you remember that?”
“Just. I remember moving out, and how strange it felt having a house instead of an apartment.”
“That was about the time I started to make money from my first book,
“I hope all the people who bought it don’t ask for their money back.”
She put minced beef into the frying pan with the onions and wiped her hands. “I’ve been thinking about this stuff all night, and you know something? I’m glad they did that to me in the Aventine Clinic.”
“Why? Last night you were mad.”
“And in a way I’m still mad, about being used like a laboratory chimpanzee. But I realized one simple thing: If they hadn’t experimented on me, I wouldn’t have you. Beside that, nothing else matters.”
“You don’t mind that I’m not really yours?”
She put her arm around him. “You’re mine, Steve. Nothing can change that.”
The phone rang and Steve snatched it up. “Hello?”
“This is Jeannie.”
“What happened?” Steve said breathlessly. “Was he there?”
“Yes, and he’s your double, except he dyes his hair black.”
“My God—there
“Yes. Wayne’s mother is dead, but I just spoke with his father, in Florida, and he confirmed that she was treated at the Aventine Clinic.”
It was good news, but she sounded dispirited, and Steve’s elation was checked. “You don’t seem as pleased as you ought to be.”
“He has an alibi for Sunday.”
“Shit.” His hopes sank again. “How can he? What sort of an alibi?”
“Watertight. He was at the Emmys in Los Angeles. There are photographs.”
“He’s in the movie business?”
“Nightclub owner. He’s a minor celebrity.”
Steve could see why she was so down. Her discovery of Wayne had been brilliant—but it had got them no further forward. But he was mystified as well as downcast. “Then who raped Lisa?”
“Do you remember what Sherlock Holmes says? ‘When you have eliminated the impossible, what remains—no matter how improbable—must be the truth.’ Or maybe it was Hercule Poirot.”
His heart went cold. Surely she did not believe
“There are four twins.”
“Not quadruplets. I can’t believe this embryo divided into four by
“Is that possible?”
“It is nowadays. You’ve heard of cloning. Back in the seventies it was just an idea. But Genetico seems to have been years ahead of the rest of the field—perhaps because they were working in secret and could experiment on humans.”
“You’re saying I’m a clone.”
“You have to be. I’m sorry, Steve. I keep giving you shattering news. It’s a good thing you have the parents you have.”
“Yeah. What’s he like, Wayne?”
“Creepy. He has a painting that shows Salina Jones being crucified naked. I couldn’t wait to get out of his apartment.”
Steve was silent.
Jeannie said: “The clone idea also explains why you all have different birthdays. The embryos were kept in the laboratory for varying periods before being implanted in the women’s wombs.”
“They’re closing the flight, I have to go.”
“I want to see you. I’ll drive to Baltimore.”
“Okay. Bye.”
Steve hung up the phone. “You got that,” he said to his mother.
“Yeah. He looks just like you, but he’s got an alibi, so she thinks there must be four of you, and you’re clones.”
“If we’re clones, I must be like them.”
“No. You’re different, because you’re mine.”
“But I’m not.” He saw the spasm of pain pass across his mother’s face, but he was hurting too. “I’m the child of two complete strangers selected by research scientists employed by Genetico. That’s my ancestry.”
“You must be different from the others, you