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"I'm gonna shake up some sources, see if it's somebody I know. Is that cool?"

Not getting a vocal response from either of her colleagues, Beth took it as an agreement and as the end of that conversation. So she went on her way, taking her coffee with her to her car.

Shake up some sources, that she would. First source she'd check up on was M.K., who'd finally given her her address. Or an address, in the very least, it was still doubtful the shy, paranoid hacker would give up her actual residence, even if she knew she could trust Beth by now. But Beth would not complain, even just finally meeting her in person felt like an immeasurable step forward.

Right now, M.K. was her number one lead. She was a terribly secretive person, so much that Beth hadn't even seen her face – even though Beth more than anyone knew what M.K.'s face looked like – but in the past few weeks since M.K. had left her first message on Beth's laptop, she had provided invaluable information for both the cases at work and Beth's own private investigation. She was the one who'd given her the tip on the buried, mutilated body that morning. She was the one who'd informed her that her boyfriend Paul could very well be spying on her for some unnamed organisation. At first Beth had been unnerved by the secrecy surrounding the girl, but now she got the feeling she could understand why M.K. lived in constant shadow. She could somewhat relate to M.K. now, and that fact unnerved her even more.

As she went through the main entrance of the townhouse and turned to the right to find her car, she almost collided with a young man who seemed to come out of nowhere. She was about to swerve aside, but before she could move the man grabbed her by her upper arms, catching her eye and stopping her right in front of him.

"All right, now we're outside, you'll tell me immediately what you are doing playing a police officer and why the hell you haven't called me when you got back in town!"

Startled, Beth regarded the man in front of her with wide eyes. He looked younger than her, in his early twenties probably, was rather thin, had dark hair and a light skin and a distinct British accent. Moreover, he was currently wearing tight, black leather pants, a long dark coat and an inordinate amount of mascara. She definitely had never met him before.

She stepped back, raising her hands, nudging off his and smiling apologetically, trying to hide her discomfort. "I'm sorry, but I'm quite sure we've never met. I work here at the police office and was just trying to get to my car, aren't you confusing me for someone else?"

He frowned, disbelievingly. "What?"

The moment she'd finished her sentenced she realized he might indeed very well be confusing her for someone else. For another clone. But she could hardly tell him that, could she, and with the whole business with MK and the body that morning she couldn't shake off a feeling of wariness. His timing was suspicious, and if he was involved in the case in any way, she could under no circumstance give an hint of how much she knew. Keeping Mika and Cosima and Alison safe was more important than raising awareness in unknown clones.

First she should talk to Mika.

Beth stepped around the man, decided ignoring him was her best option, but just then he reached out and grabbed her by the arm again. "Wait, what's going on here? You look just like Sarah…" he trailed off as his eyes widened in some sort of realisation. Annoyed, Beth roughly pulled her arm out of his grip.

"You must be related!" he exclaimed impassionedly. It didn't anything to soothe Beth's unease.

"I'm sorry, but I really have no idea what you're talking about." she deadpanned back, "And I should be going, so I'd appreciate it if you'd let me. I'll remind you that I'm momentarily on duty…"

"Of course, but could you be related to a Sarah Manning?"

"I don't know anyone with that name." It was true, and if this Sarah Manning indeed was a clone, it was better to keep this stranger off their tracks anyhow. It was good to have a name, however, so she might later do some research after her.

"Oh." He sounded let down, but still half as if he could impossibly believe her. "Well, good day, then."

"Good day." She stepped in her car and resolutely closed the door. As she drove off, she eyed the man in the rear view mirror, as he was staring dumbfoundedly after her car.

K7RB-482. As he'd missed the woman's name, Felix stared after her car, printing the licence plate number in his memory to at least have some thread to hold onto. He might get a name from it, or an address even, though he didn't know yet how; but he wasn't going to let this woman simply slip away, never to be seen again.

She might claim otherwise, but she simply had to be somehow related to his sister. He was no fool; he knew that face all too well. And he was determined to find out what this was all about.