“I knew something was wrong when I palpated the scrotum,” said Gill. “One of the testicles was missing. When I opened him up, I thought I’d find an undescended testicle in the abdomen. Instead, I found a mass on that side of the body.”
“What sort of mass?” asked Dane.
“The mass you see. That’s an ovary, a fallopian tube, and part of a uterus.”
“The guy’s a hermaphrodite?”
“A chimera, to be exact. In the past, as you know, I’ve had a case of chimeric blood. That’s not uncommon. Twin embryos will often share a blood supply in the placenta, resulting in stem cells passing from one twin and settling in the bone marrow of the other. About 8 percent of non-identical twins have chimeric blood.”
“But this guy’s the real thing?” Jackie said.
“Yes. But genetically he’s not a guy at all. He-and-she amount to a guy and a gal in one body. What you see before you is literally Dr. Jekyll and Sister Hyde.”
Normally, Gill said, a single egg from Mom will join with a single sperm from Dad to produce an embryo that gets half its DNA from each parent. If that embryo splits in the womb, the result will be identical twins with the same DNA. An incomplete split produces Siamese twins. Both identical twins and Siamese twins are always of the same sex.
Non-identical twins result when two different eggs from Mom and two different sperms from Dad join up in the womb. Again, each embryo gets half its DNA from each parent, but the twins look different because each has a unique set of genes. Mom, of course, must be the mother of both twins. But if she had sexual relations with two men, each twin could come from an egg fertilized by a different father. In fact, there have been cases where the father of each twin was of a different race.
What we have here, Gill concluded, is the equivalent of Siamese twins from non-identical embryos. Instead of one embryo imperfectly splitting in two, two distinct embryos fused together as one. A single child was born, but it was made up of two complete genetic cell lines—not a half-and-half DNA composition, like the rest of us have. In Greek mythology, a chimera was a monster created from hybrid parts: the head of a lion, the body of a goat, the tail of a serpent. This hermaphrodite is genetically two people—a he-and-she composed from the fusion of a boy and a girl.
It looks like a man on the outside.
But a woman hides within.
“Thus the red panties,” deduced Dane.
“Imagine having dual identities,” Jackie said. “One male and one female. What would that do to your mind?”
“Norman Bates in Psycho,” said Dane. “But with a physiological abnormality.”
“I’m no psychiatrist,” Gill added. “But I grasp most of the terms. Intersex condition. Transsexualism. Androgyny. Klinefelter’s syndrome. Gender dysphoria. Sexual-identity crisis. Gender blurs. Gender bends. Gender switches. There’s nothing more complex or unfathomable than sex.”
“If only we knew their background,” said Dane. “I wonder where they were born and raised, and if there were any childhood traumas? Do you think the mother passed them off as a boy or a girl? Could it be that one saw the other as its imaginary twin? Or suffered from a dissociative identity disorder, like Jekyll and Hyde?”
“Why no corrective surgery?” Jackie asked.
“Perhaps it wasn’t available,” said Gill. “And by the time it was, there was no way he-and-she could choose which should live and should die.”
“So both chose life and took turns living it?”
The forensic pathologist shrugged and picked up Roger Yamada’s brain. Gill held out the Japanese diplomat’s mind as if she were Hamlet addressing Yorick’s skull.
“Biology affects psychology in weird ways. We’ll never solve the mystery of who did what in there.”
Dane nodded. “It’s a genetic whodunit.”
Samurai Sword
November 3, Now
Knock, knock ...
“Enter,” said DeClercq, turning from the Strategy Wall, where he was taking down the photos and reports that had given him an overview of the yakuza case.
Wearing the service dress uniform of the U.S. Air Force, Colonel Joe “Red” Hett stood framed in the doorway. A “full bird colonel”—which is how the military distinguished him from lesser ranks—he wore silver eagles affixed to his epaulets. A military historian and strategist at heart, the chief superintendent grasped the symbolism of the American rank insignia. Gold is the deepest in the earth. Silver is higher. Railroad tracks run across the land. Oak trees soar skyward. Birds fly above them, but not above the stars. So stars are saved for the highest ranks: generals and admirals.
Hett saluted.
DeClercq saluted back.
“The full Monty? What’s up, Colonel?”
“I came to thank you.”
“The dress blues are for me?”
“The girl you saved is the most important person in my life.”
“You saved her, Colonel. Offering yourself up as bait took a lot of guts.”
“That decision was easy. You called the hard ones.”
“In your case, it was actually a constable named Singh.”
“Thank Singh for me.”
“I will.”
The Mountie motioned the colonel to one of the chairs facing his U-shaped desk and then sat down in its partner. Beyond the windows, it rained, rained, rained.
“When do you leave for sunny New Mexico?”
“I thought I’d stick around a while and enjoy your weather. Truth is, I’m living in overtime, and I’m going to spend a few weeks of it with Jackie.”
“I’m told your son was cremated. I’ll give her time off so you two can take his ashes home.”
“We’re going to spread them here. I like the tradition of laying a warrior to rest where he fell in battle. There’s a rock with a strange name off Stanley Park—”
“Siwash Rock?”
“Right. Siwash Rock. The legend that goes with it is about clean fatherhood. What better epitaph could there be for my son? We plan to scatter Chuck’s ashes there on Veterans Day. Remembrance Day, to you. A name I think fitting, by the way. Jackie will remember her dad every time she jogs by.”
Knock, knock ...
“Enter,” said DeClercq.
Both men turned toward the door, where Sgt. Dane Winter stood with a sword in his hand.
Again, Hett wondered if Winter was bedding Jackie. He hoped so. A good-looking couple. And he might greet a great-grandchild before he passed on.
“I saw you downstairs,” the sergeant said, “and thought you might want this. It’s the hara-kiri sword that took Tokuda’s life. Prints on the handle matched Yamada’s. There’ll be no trial. So the sword is yours as a war trophy.”
The colonel stood up and received the weapon as he might have a flag from his son’s coffin. With one hand gripping the handle and the other holding the sheath, he yanked them an inch or two apart like samurai do in the movies.
“Have you read From Here to Eternity, Sergeant?”
“No,” said Winter.
“I knew James Jones. He was at Pearl Harbor.”
“Sir?”
“And I know the ending of his book by heart:
“ ‘Mother, do you think the war will last long enough so I can graduate from the Point and be in it? Jerry Wilcox said it wouldn’t.’
“ ‘No,’ she said. ‘I don’t think it’ll last that long.’
“ ‘Well, gee whiz, mother,’ her son said, ‘I want to be in it.’
“ ‘Well, cheer up,’ Karen said, ‘and don’t let it worry you. You may miss this one, but you’ll be just the right age for the next one.’
“ ‘You really think so, mother?’ her son said anxiously.”
“Written when, Colonel?”
“1951.”
“So Jones got it right?”
“Yes,” replied Hett. “Vietnam came along in time for my son, and but for a twist of fate in where she was born, my granddaughter would likely have been in Iraq. H
etts have served in every conflict since the American Revolution.”
“Your loss is our gain.”
“We’re a warrior nation. You might have noticed that. Oh, but we do love our wars. We love to thump our chests and wave Old Glory. But ever since I dropped that bomb, we’ve been cursed. The Korean War left us with that threat. The Vietnam War was bogus and an utter defeat. And now the oil hawks have taken on millions of vengeful suicide bombers, and the new kamikazes will be coming for us from here to eternity. Our enemies have our number. They see our Achilles heel. We’re unable to win a guerrilla war. We fear body bags, which is why we hide them from sight. We want to do our shock-and-awe killing from the height of the Enola Gay. Our enemies, on the other hand, parade their dead through the streets and swear in blood to follow them to the grave.”
The colonel slammed the sword back into its sheath.
“Do me a favor, Sergeant?”
He handed Winter the hara-kiri sword.
“Take this to the Lions Gate Bridge and hurl it into the sea. I’m an old man, and the Pacific War was a long time ago. I really don’t have the stomach for this sword.”
Author’s Note
This is a work of fiction. The plot and the characters are products of the author’s imagination. Where real persons, places, incidents, institutions, and such are incorporated to create the illusion of authenticity, they are used fictitiously. Inspiration was drawn from the following non-fiction sources:
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The fictional portrayal of Harry Truman is based largely on the above primary and secondary sources, including Truman’s memoirs and his letters to Bess Truman (edited by Robert Ferrell).
General Curtis E. LeMay—known as “Iron Ass” and “Bombs Away LeMay” by one side, and as “Brutal LeMay” by the other—directed both the firebombing and the atomic bombing of Japan. The LeMay quote “We’re going to bomb them back into the Stone Age” actually refers to Vietnam and appears in his autobiography, Mission with LeMay: My Story (New York: Doubleday, 1965), which was co-authored by MacKinlay Kantor. In the Stanley Kubrick film Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, the gung-ho, cigar-chomping, “acceptable casualties” character of General Buck Turgidson, portrayed by George C. Scott, was inspired by LeMay.
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