This choice: find out about the teenager • Go Back...Chapter #3find out about the teenager by: Yote   The police had found her wandering the streets, half-dressed and in a delirious state, and had placed her in a cell for the night to sleep off whatever narcotic was assumed to be in her system. She was gorgeous, with curves in all the right places, and the cops had initially assessed her as yet another wayward young woman fallen to prostitution and drugs. The station saw no end of their ilk.
Yet in the morning, she was no more lucid. She just rambled incoherently. She couldn't give them a place of residence or even a name that made sense, and when asked basic questions like what year it was or who was president, the 'Jane Doe' had given answers like "1955" or "Eisenhower". When pressed, she had become angry and confused, and lashed out at one of the interviewers. For all her beauty, she had a mean right hook.
The police ran through a number of likely theories. They tested her for alcohol, which came back negative, and sent off a sample of her blood to be checked for drugs. When she failed to sober up, they began to suspect she was a drug mule, that most likely a package of narcotics smuggled in her gut was leaking into her system. She was rushed to hospital for an X-ray. To their confusion, the x-ray revealed that underneath her pretty exterior, she was sporting bilateral prosthetic hip replacements, was fitted with a pacemaker, and that her bones showed signs of osteoporosis, osteoarthritis, and repeated breaking and rehealing.
Then the results of the blood tests came in. They were very positive, except instead of recreational substances like cocaine or heroine, it was a cocktail of the sort of medication you'd expect to see in a pensioner - drugs for treating hypertension, heart arrhythmia, Alzheimer's and the like.
They suspected that the woman had been poisoned, and opened an investigation. Finally they ran her fingerprints, and that's when things got even stranger. With 99.9% certainty, the database came back with a match... for an 80 year old man.
Detective Spinosa looked over the matched ID in the folder. Mr Donald Watkins. Born 22 May, 1936. Retired accountant. His only criminal record came from four years ago, when an altercation with his wife had alarmed a neighbour enough for them to call the police. Mr Watkins had been brought in to the station and his prints taken, though his wife gave a statement explaining that Donald often became agitated on account of his dementia, and that she would not be pressing charges.
Baffled, the police had finally done the sensible thing and contacted the FBI. The FBI took one look at it and forwarded it to the TFPD.
The mysterious Jane Doe had been transferred to a comfortable waiting cell in the basement of TFPD headquarters. Spinosa had requested further tests including a DNA analysis before she allowed Doctor Yamato in on this. Yamato wasn't known for his bedside manner, and there was no need to have him poking and prodding and terrifying her interview subject before it was absolutely necessary.
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