Boston, Massachusetts, Saturday…

"So you think these three Fulton administration look-alikes are clones? Come on, Chris. Next you'll be telling me you still believe in Santa Claus."

"You'll admit there are a lot of unusual and coincidental circumstances here. It sets off all my detective's warning alarms. I'm on to something here, Denise. Don't deny it."

"Yes, you might be. But I don't think we should tangle with the DHS. I'll take their money but they're harder to live with than the FBI."

"We've got an unsolved murder case," Chris reminded her.

"Yes, we do, but I shelved it. And just what do you propose to do?"

"Go down and help Jay and Kalidas solve this case."

"Not on my time. But I'll meet you half way. Frank Sweeney's got a mansion in Wellesley. See if you can talk to some of his staff to see if any of them can remember anything strange on the night of your attack by the Sweeney look-alike."

"It wasn't an attack. He was already dead."

"And you almost were, so it might as well have been an attack."

"All right, I'll do it, as a first step."

"We'll talk about the next steps after you finish the first one. Now get over to MGH. They've got a gunshot victim who is just coming out of surgery. Her husband was also shot, though he's dead. I want his killer."