"I need to get started."
They looked up, as one, as Eve entered the room. For form she walked to a recorder, engaged.
"Interview with Avril Icove regarding the unlawful deaths of Wilfred B. Icove, Sr., and Wilfred B. Icove, Jr. Mrs. Icove, have you beer. informed of your rights and obligations?"
"Yes."
"Do you understand these rights and obligations?"
"Yes."
"It would make it easier, for the purposes of this interview, if you would speak one at a time."
They glanced at each other. "It's difficult to know what you expect from us."
"Let's shoot for the truth. You." She pointed to the woman at the corner of the table. "For now, you can answer. Which one of you lived at the location where Wilfred Icove, Jr., was murdered?"
"We've all lived there, at one time or another."
"Through your choice or because you were directed into this situation by your husband or father-in-law?"
"It was the arrangement our father dictated. Always. Choice? It isn't always an option."
"You call him your father."
"He was the father. We're his children."
"Biologically?"
"No. But he made us."
"As he did Deena Flavia."
"She's our sister. Not biologically," Avril added. "But emotional'. She's like us. Not us, but like us."
"He created you, and others like you, through illegal procedures."
"He called it Quiet Birth. Should we explain?"
"Yeah." Eve sat, kicked back in the chair. "Why don't you?"
"During the wars, the father became friends with Jonah Wilson, the noted geneticist, and his wife, Eva Samuels."
"First, what's your relationship to Eva Samuels? You have the same maiden name."
"There's no relation. We're not of her. The name was a convenience for them."
"Were your biological parents those listed as such on your official data?"
"We don't know who our parents were. But it's doubtful."
"Okay, go on. Icove, Wilson, and Samuels hooked up."
"They were very interested in each other's work. Though the father was, initially, skeptical and wary of Dr. Wilson's more radical theories and experiments-"
"Even then, you see," the second Avril continued, "there were experiments. Though he was skeptical, he couldn't deny his fascination. When his wife was killed, grief took him. She was carrying their daughter, and both were lost. He tried to reach them in time, to get to her body. But nothing was viable. He was too late."
"Too late to attempt to preserve her DNA, and potentially re-create her."