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Dean.”
    Everyone looked at him.
    “Ryder?” Frank asked. “What did you say?”
    Elliott cleared his throat. “I may be wrong. I don’t know. But that’s not Dean.”
    “What are you talking about?” Robbie questioned. “It’s fuckin Dean, look at him.”
    Elliott nodded. “I am. It looks like him. Built like him. Absolutely. But … are we forgetting gentlemen that messages and circumstances have to lead us to the conclusion that Joe’s killer was not from Beginnings. Look at this man.” Elliott walked to the screen. “His hair. It’s longer.”
    “So.” Robbie said.
    “I can’t believe none of you thought of this,” Elliott said. “Dean got a haircut the day before the wedding. The day before this video. He got his hair cut. I was there. I was next in line. If this was taken after the haircut, then why is his hair still longer?”
    Frank asked. “The clone?”
    Elliott nodded. “We’ve been wondering who the clone was.”
    “Hold on,” John spoke up. “There’s a clone in Beginnings?”
    Frank spoke fast. “Nutshell. Fort said he was from the future. Said he was chasing a clone of someone from Beginnings. The info we got was the clone could be responsible for my father’s death.”
    “No.” Robbie argued. “The clone is not Dean. Dad asked for a list of names of people Dean had cloned. Dean’s name wasn’t on that list.”
    Hal added, “But if I recall, Dad was suspicious about that. Why wouldn’t Dean clone himself? Dad asked for a list of names of the clones he created and destroyed.”
    Robbie plopped down in the chair. “What the fuck? A Dean clone?”
    Frank fluttered his lips. “How do you think I feel about that? Two of them.”
    Robbie projected defeat. “How the hell are we supposed to pin a murder on a clone if it looks like Dean did it and we can’t find the clone.”
    “Wait. Wait.” Hal interjected. “We can’t assume this. Elliott may be wrong. This could be Dean. We may be barking up the wrong tree. We just need proof. Once we have proof, we can come up with a plan of action on what to do. To get the clone. We just need proof.”
    At that moment following a single knock, Danny entered. “Hey Frank. Sorry.”
    Frank smiled. “Yes. Just the man we needed to see.”
    “Cool.” Danny grinned. “I worked out the bug and got that info for you.”
    “What do you have?”
    Danny looked around the faces. “They all know what info I was getting?”
    “Yes,” Frank replied. “And this is perfect timing. Where was Dean at the time of my father’s death?”
    “I can’t say what he was doing,” Danny said. “He wasn’t moving. Between the hours of roughly eleven AM and way past the time Joe died … Dean was in the clinic. A back room. I suppose sleeping just like he said.”
    “And there’s no way he could have made it appear that way?” Frank asked. “And gone somewhere else?”
    “Nope.” Danny said. “This tracker is programmed to his chip. Each chip has a special number. Unless he performed brain surgery and walked blind. No. He was at the clinic.”
    All reactions were the same. Stunned. Robbie widened his eyes with an exhale. Hal was shocked. John was in awe. Elliott held a gloating look.
    Frank smiled and nodded. “Thank you Danny.”
    “What am I missing?” Danny asked.
    “Nothing.” Frank looked at Hal. “Proof enough?”
    “Proof enough,” Hal said. “Now we need a plan.”
     
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    The smaller plane was in perfect condition, but George Hadley just wanted to give it the once over … again.
    He closed the hatch to the right engine, and wiped his hands on a towel. The final check.
    “All set,” George said to a maintenance man standing by.
    “Shall I get her fueled now?”
    George nodded. “Refuel her, yes. Full tank. I’ll be back.”
    He had things to do first. Stewart Lang had just returned to Quantico. George hadn’t had a chance to see him, but needed to make time. While speaking to Stewart he made arrangements to