Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [52]
Vance nodded to Bob, and the man switched to another monitor that showed the occupants who were milling around in the casino. Dare laughed. "I see my wife is spending money as usual." he said, when the scanner picked up a pregnant Shelly Westmoreland strolling into a gift shop.
"Can you give us a clue as to what we're looking for?" Ian asked in an agitated tone.
Brooke glanced over her shoulder. "Remember that woman I mentioned last week that I bumped into while shopping and who didn't remember me the next day?"
"What about her'?" Ian asked.
"I've always found it strange that every time I ran into her in the casino she acted different. I always got bad vibes from her. It seemed as if she had a split personality."
"Could be she was just a moody person." Vance interjected.
"Or you may have run into her on her bad days," Dare added.
Brooke nodded. "Yes, but there were other things, and something in particular that I just can't put my linger on," she said, tapping her fingers on the desk. Then she remembered.
"That first day I bumped into her and accidentally knocked packages out of her hand, she mentioned she was on her way somewhere but not to worry because she was known to always be an early bird and that she would be on time for her appointment. The next day I saw her at the golf course, she mentioned being habitually late everywhere she went."
Brooke turned her attention back to the monitor and watched as it continued to scan all the occupants in the casino. "Okay, Bob," she said, moments later. "There she is. The blonde standing next to the tall guy with shoulder-length black hair. That's supposed to be her husband."
By this time, everyone's curiosity was piqued and they stood staring at the monitor.
"Do a profile check. Bob, to see who they are," Vance instructed when the screen had zeroed in on the couple's faces. Moments later information appeared on the screen. The woman was Kasha Felder and the man. Jeremy Felder. They lived in London. Both had clean records, no prior arrests or violations. Not even a parking ticket.
"Now go back and run a profile check on the woman with the red hair."
Bob quickly switched screens. "Um, that's strange. I'm not coming up with an ID on her. It's like she doesn't exist."
Brooke nodded and glanced up at Vance. He now knew where she was going with this. "Scan both women's facial structures," Vance instructed.
Moments later, it was evident that even with different color hair, the women had the same facial structure. A more detailed breakdown showed the woman with red hair was a natural blonde and she was wearing a wig.
Ian came to stand beside Brooke. "Same woman?" he asked, frowning.
Brooke shook her head. "No, I don't think so."
He glanced over at her. lifting a brow. "Twins then?"
"More than likely, which would explain my split-personality theory. But I have a gut feeling there's more." She glanced over at Vance. "Can we look at the tapes around the vault from last week?"
Vance smiled. "Certainly."
Brooke chuckled. She could almost imagine the adrenaline running in the older man's veins. He probably hadn't experienced this much excitement since leaving the nation's capital.
For the next thirty minutes they scanned the footage. Ian. who was still standing beside her. asked, "Just what are we looking for now?"
She glanced up at him and immediately felt her pulse jump at his closeness. "A third woman." Dare raised a brow. "Triplets'?"
"Possibly," she said. "These two are wearing bracelets on their right wrists. One day I happened to notice that she was wearing a bracelet on her left arm." Moments later she told Bob, "Back it up a second and slow it down." Then, "Okay, hold it right there. The lady with the dark-brown curly hair. Let's zero in on her for a second."
Bob did, and after they viewed the facial structure, it showed conclusive evidence they were viewing three different women with identical facial structures. All with natural blond hair. Triplets.
"Damn," Vance said. "No wonder they can pull those hits off. We're dealing with triplets,