A/N: Ah, chapter 6. Sorry for how long it takes me. I get great ideas and then I forget to carry them out. Anyway, I know where this one's going now, which doesn't mean much in terms of update frequency, but me knowing where I want it to go is very good. So, enjoy chapter six and chapter seven will be up... when it's up.

(6)

"Find anything?" Lindsay asked for the third time in five minutes. Danny sighed and leaned back. He flipped past another useless page and ran a hand through his hair.

"No, did you?" he asked. Lindsay shook her head. Danny glanced over at her, then down at her empty coffee cup, then back at her. "More coffee?"

"No...," she trailed off, lifting the date book from the table.

"What?" Danny asked.

"M.W. Peter's house 8AM," she said.

"We've established that he skipped school to go do this mud wrestling thing at this Peter guy's house, Montana," Danny sighed.

"No, keep listening. Get ride from Carl H," Lindsay finished triumphantly. "If he got a ride from Carl, then Carl knows where Peter lives."

Danny had already started flipping through Adrien's contacts, again.

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"I found our other Miss Daisey," Sheldon said, walking up behind Stella.

"How?" She asked, staring down at the file she had been studying, trying to decipher how there could be two of their victim.

"The phone book," Sheldon dropped the tome onto the table. "Apparently they're twins. Er, were."

"So, Max was talking to Cordelia's sister thinking it was Cordelia?" Stella muttered. Sheldon nodded.

"Actually, he was talking to Cordelia," he said. "Flack's bringing her in now."

"All right," Stella closed the file and handed it to Sheldon. "Put that away, meet Flack at the door, and I'll catch up to you in a few minutes." Sheldon nodded and left. Stella put her head in her hands and closed her eyes. She hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, a combination of the case and the reoccurrence of that dream.

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"We have a problem," Danny said. Lindsay looked over his shoulder at the Address book and Danny pointed out their dilemma. There were three Carl H's; Carl Hervin, Carl Hilot, and Car Hey.

"We'll just have to talk to them all," Lindsay said. "I wish this kid would've written in more detail."

"Yeah, well, at least this way his mom won't figure anything out," Danny said, his voice sullen. "Anyway, I'll let Flack know that we've got a few kids we need to bring in."

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"She can't be dead," the woman said. Sheldon still found rather eerie that she was the splitting image of the dead body that was currently lying in the morgue, but he shook the feeling away and pushed a photograph of their victim's lifeless body in front of her sister, the real Cordelia Daisey.

"She is," Stella said. "And we were wondering when the last time you saw her was."

"I haven't seen her since she started working for Max," Cordelia said. "I think it's wrong to trick people."

"Since she started working for Max?" Sheldon asked. Cordelia nodded.

"Max says that you're his assistant. In fact, so does his poster," Stella said. She slid Max's poster over the picture of the victim, who they now knew was Irene Daisey. Cordelia played with the corners of the two pieces of paper, lining the up perfectly, before taking a good look at the poster. She started to laugh.

"I'm not Cordelia, I'm Irene," she said. Sheldon and Stella exchanged looks.

"Can you excuse us for a moment?" Stella asked. The woman nodded and Sheldon and Stella slipped out of the room.

"What is going on here?" Sheldon asked. Stella shook her head.

"Nothing good," she said.

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"Scratch Carl Hervin off our list, he's only there because Adrian pays him to do his homework," Danny said. "And Carl Hey is his contact for getting test answers."

"That leaves Carl Hilot," Lindsay said. "Flack's talking to him now."

"Shall we join them?" Danny asked. Lindsay nodded and they headed to the interrogation room, where Flack, Carl Hilot, and Carl Hilot's mom awaited them.