"What doesn't Olivia know?" Fin questions.
"It's about the DNA that I retrieved."
"What about it."
"At first I thought it was an error. I thought maybe somehow the sample got contaminated."
"You contaminated the sample?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"Then what?"
"I was able to use a hair sample. What I found..." she trails off.
"Melinda just spit it out."
"There were two different samples."
"What do you mean? Olivia never mentioned there being another guy."
"That's why I said that I thought she didn't know."
"How could she not know?"
"Let me finish," Melinda insists.
"Ok," he nods, in agreement.
"I also examined the hair under a microscope."
"What did it tell you?"
"Hair is unique to an individual, and can tell us where they have been, and even what they have eaten."
"You got DNA on the hair?"
"Both strands."
"Continue," he implores her.
"I found several different hairs, but I chose two," she puts the image of the hair on the screen, "We will call this one hair A. This hair has been died brown. The owner of this hair eats a diet high in red meat, and bread. I also found different minerals that lead me to believe the owner of this hair drank water from a well. I also found a trace amount of doxycycline, and antibiotic used to treat various infections, but specifically to treat an insect bite, to prevent lyme disease."
"What about the other hair?"
She puts the second hair under the microscope, "This hair has also been died brown. The owner of this hair doesn't eat meat, at all. He also doesn't drink water from a well."
"Why are you telling me this?" Fin wonders.
"The natural hair color for both of these individuals is red. Another difference is that the owner of hair A uses a slightly different color of hair dye than the other. It is a different brand, and a very subtle difference," Melinda explains.
Fin shakes his head, in disbelief, "Olivia is one hell of a cop. There is no way that she wouldn't know that there were two different people. I don't believe it."
"They are identical twins," Melinda tells him.
"What?"
"Identical twins. She probably had no idea."
"Will this hold up in court?"
"Absolutely," Melinda answers.
"I have to go talk to her," he turns for the door.
"Why don't you let me talk to her?"
"You're not a detective."
"But I am a woman," Melinda reminds him.
"I can have Amanda talk to her."
"Please. If she remembers anything pertinent I'll have her tell you."
"Ok," he agrees.
Fin enters the crib, and finds Elliot sitting on a bed. Olivia sleeps, in a bunk, nearby. Elliot looks up, as Fin enters the room.
"Any new information?" Elliot queries.
"Yeah. Melinda wants to talk to her."
"About what?"
"A possible lead."
"Why Melinda?"
"She thinks it would be better coming from her."
"Is something wrong?" Elliot questions.
"Other than our suspect pool doubling? No," he shakes his head.
"Doubling, what are you talking about?"
"I think she should be the next one to hear that."
"I understand," Elliot nods.
"I am going to take her..."
Elliot cuts him off, "I think it can wait a little while. She just fell back asleep a couple of minutes ago. Let her sleep."
"Yeah, you're right."
"You want a cup of coffee?" Elliot offers.
"Yeah."
"I'll go get us a couple of cups."
Fin steps outside the room for a brief moment. He closes the door behind him. He pulls out his phone, and dials.
"Munch," the voice on the other end answers.
"Munch I need a favor."
"Sure, what's up?"
"I need you to find a birth certificate for me."
"On who?"
"Job Whitley."
"Our suspect?"
"Yes," Fin confirms.
"What's going on?"
"I'll let you know. Just see what you can find."
"I'm checking now, just hold on a second."
"Ok."
"It looks as if Job Whitley is not his birth name. He changed it at the age of eighteen."
"From what?"
"Job Hadley. I'll try and find the birth certificate. Do we know what state he was born in?"
"I'm not sure. Try Ohio, West Virginia, and Virginia."
"Ok, I'll let you know what I find."
"Thanks Munch."
"Is there anything specific that I'm looking for?"
"Just let me know what you find."
"Ok," Munch agrees.
Fin hangs up the phone. He slips it into his pocket, and returns to the room behind him. He steps into the room, and a pair of dark eyes look up at him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't."
"Olivia you look exhausted try to get some sleep, please."
"When I sleep I dream."
"Enough said."