“The examination was made,” Carly said. “Last I heard, it was in the possession of the New Haven police.”

“What lab was it sent to?”

“I have no knowledge of the lab preferences of the New Haven police.”

“Then I think our next step is to run down that kit and its report.”

“And would the rape kit constitute a smoking gun?” Carly asked.

“If it was properly conducted and the results properly examined, retained, and preserved under the proper circumstances.”

“Tell me,” Carly said, “do identical twins have identical DNA?”

Olshan looked at her blankly. “I have no idea,” he said. “I’d have to research that.”

Stone spoke up, “I’m told that the DNA of identical twins can have differences.”

“What is the source of your information?”

“Impeccable,” Stone replied, holding up his iPhone. “Siri.”

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The two FBI agents rose to leave. “Ms. Riggs . . .”

“Why don’t you just call me Carly,” she said. “Everybody else does.”

“Carly, you mentioned that the twins are in residence at their home?”

“I did.”

“Would you kindly show us where that is?”

Carly thought about it for a moment. “What kind of car are you driving?”

“A Chevrolet four-door sedan, a Malibu, I believe. A couple of years old.”

“Does it have a government sticker on the door?”

“Um, I don’t know,” Olshan said.

“Does it have a government license plate?”

“We’ll have to check,” he said.

“I’ll come with you.”

They walked out to the car, which was as Olshan had described it.

“There,” Carly said, pointing at a front door. “I believe that sticker identifies the car as government property.” She walked around to the rear. “You gentlemen are not exactly undercover, are you?” she asked, pointing at the license plate, which read USGOVT, along with a number.

“Why should we mind if they know we’re government?”

“Because you don’t want them to know anything more about you than they already do.”

Olshan looked around. “Where are we going to find other transportation on this island?”

“We’ll borrow Stone’s car,” she said, and went inside for the keys.

“What’s up?” Stone asked.

“These two doofuses want to tool around the island in a government vehicle with badges all over it.”

He handed her a key. “Take the station wagon.”

“Thank you.” She went back outside. “Did you bring a change of clothes with you?” she asked Olshan.

“Well, yes. For downtime.”

“Go into the garage and lose the suits, hats, ties, and white shirts, and put on the most casual clothing you have. Right now, you’re the only people on the island dressed in suits and ties.”

They got cases out of the trunk and went into the garage.

They came out wearing short-sleeved plaid shirts and khakis.

“Do you always wear wingtips with khakis?” Carly asked.

“Ah . . .”

“Do you have baseball caps?” Carly asked.

“Yes, but they have FBI on them.”