OCTOBER
One Mystery to solve.
Oct 14, 2016 Part 14
Weight: 118.5
Ate: an apple in my bad
Drank: water
Sex: No, no, no
The second I closed the servant’s entrance, I locked it. Then I locked Peter’s bedroom door. Caro would have changed the bedsheets and the new linens were in the closet.
My heart beat fast, but I grabbed the new sheets, and then stripped the bed. As I did, I sniffed the sheets. Someone had sex here, and it wasn’t me.
But I’d find out who was out to sabotage my life. Once I had the sheets, I found a plain black canvas bag that must be leftover from one of the Morgan events and confiscated it.
My entire body buzzed like I’d be caught, but then I made the bed, unlocked the doors, and sashayed out the door like this wasn’t a problem.
No one stopped me, but as I made it to my car I tossed the bag with the bedsheets in the front seat, turned on the engine and dialed my best friend.
My hands trembled on the steering wheel but I took off. Once on the street, I started to relax.
Everything was good.
I took a deep breathe but then a zap hit me hard the second Rafe answered with, “Hello.”
I knew he was probably on his way to the airport. But the station was between his house and there. I swallowed my pride and asked, “Rafe, if I get you someone’s DNA, can you get me a name?”
Rafe snorted. “If they have a criminal history.”
“If they don’t?” She asked and her heart raced.
She’d never been arrested in her life. And Peter wouldn’t knowingly sleep with a criminal. He hated how his father had those ties. I asked and my throat was tight as Rafe said, “Then there is no FBI file. Why?”
At least this was a start. I licked my lips and nodded as I made “I’m going to bring you some sheets. I need you to test them.”
Rafe asked fast, “Sheets? Were you raped?”
I gripped the wheel as I drove over the water toward the city and Rafe’s station. “That would be easier to explain, but no. I’m okay, but I need this favor Rafe. I need to know who, but just don’t ask me too many questions.”
“When I get back from Vegas-”
I interrupted. “Now.”
He let out a small frustrated grunt and then I knew he nodded. Then he said, “Look, I’ll run the test for you, but I can’t do more right now. I’ll miss my flight.”
Perfect. I’d have my answers soon. I needed to know who Ms. Bad Underwear was and then I could eliminate her. I drove off my exit and said, “I’ll meet you at the station.”
This was it. I’d have a name. Then I’d have information for Peter. There was no way he’d chose a criminal over me. Soon I’d get his ring on my bare finger and then I’d have everything I ever wanted.
Frequently Asked Questions
How did the narrator collect DNA evidence from the bed sheets?
The narrator stripped the bed in Peter’s locked bedroom, sniffed the sheets to confirm someone else had been there, and placed them in a plain black canvas bag found nearby. She then drove the bag directly to her FBI contact Rafe’s station to have the DNA tested, hoping to identify who had been in Peter’s bed.
What did the narrator ask Rafe to do with the sheets she brought him?
The narrator asked her best friend Rafe, an FBI contact, to run a DNA test on the confiscated bed sheets to identify an unknown woman she suspected of sabotaging her relationship. Rafe agreed to run the test but warned he could only do that much before catching his flight to Vegas, meaning results would take some time.
Is finding someone’s identity through DNA testing possible if they have no criminal history?
According to the blog’s portrayal of the FBI process, DNA testing can only return a name if the person has a criminal history and an existing FBI file. If the individual has never been arrested, there is no file to match against, making identification through this method impossible — a limitation the narrator fears may apply to her situation.
