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don’t know how long his status will remain unofficial. Haven’t you two seen the latest article about the Bucklins in People magazine?” Drew asked in a concerned voice.
    “Huh?” Caitlin and Scott said at the same time.
    “Caitlin, have you kept up to date with this family since you found out you might be a part of them?”
    “Drew, I told you I dropped the whole sensitive topic years ago but I follow the news about them like anyone else in the world. You can’t pick up a paper without reading what they’re into next.”
    “The article I’m talking about came out yesterday. Apparently, Lukas resigned as Chief Executive Officer but remains as Chairman of the Board and turned the helm over to his son James. James was working on the sidelines before this became official and acquired another pharmaceutical company. Yesterday, he announced he appointed a new Senior Vice President of Research and planned to revise all operations within Bucklin Enterprises. This new VP and officer of the company is some hotshot biochemist. James invested millions in him, with the promise that his DNA research will result in the long awaited cure for cancer. Sound familiar, Caitlin, didn’t you mention coincidence before?” Drew probed.
     
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    After Tomas Medina ended the conversation with his supervisor, Scott Martel, he drove north from Miami, Florida to Stuart, Hutchinson Island, also known as the Sailfish Capitol of the World. The Martel’s house became visible once he crossed the causeway. He didn’t stop and continued north to Caitlin’s parent’s condominium. He needed access to the Martel house to complete the task Scott had requested.
    “Hola, Mamasita.” Tomas, born and raised in Cuba, but now living in Miami, said when Constance opened the door.
    “Tomas! Come in, Scott just called a little while ago and told me you needed to get some paperwork from the house. I have the spare set of keys in the kitchen. Sit down for a minute. Are you hungry, want anything to drink after your long drive?” Constance, who loved to cook and pamper, always made sure her guests were well provided for.
    “No thanks, I’m fine. I took the turnpike and made pretty good time up here. How are you and Jack doing?”
    “We’re fine, busy as usual and getting ready to meet Caitlin, Scott, and the kids down in St. Kitts in two weeks. I’m anxious to see their new house, I hear it’s beautiful,” Constance rattled on.
    Tomas, after chatting longer than he’d anticipated, drove to Caitlin and Scott’s house. As he walked into the stone tiled foyer, he thought, for this one, buddy, next time you go on vacation, I’m camping out here. Island house, beautiful beach views, and a thirty-five foot Donzi sport fisherman boat docked a hundred yards away on the river side.
    Tomas couldn’t complain too much. Tomorrow he’d be in St. Kitts, even though it might not be under the most social circumstances. He went upstairs to the master bedroom, opened the safe with the combination Scott had given him, and retrieved what he needed. He locked up, returned the keys, and traveled down the coast of Florida to make the first flight to St. Kitts the next morning.
     
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    “Yeah, it sounds familiar,” Caitlin said. “When I did some research on the Bucklins, I read about the son James. I got the impression of a typical heir, never achieving anything himself, just riding Daddy’s coat-tails. That’s what made me so angry about my father’s refusal to find out the truth. My dad’s very successful and he made it on his own. If any of this might be true, Lukas would be proud to have him as a son. There was also one article I found that mentioned James had a twin sister who died at birth.”
    “Another twin? Caitlin, when I said does this sound familiar, I meant the hiring of the controversial biochemist and DNA research. I’m calling it a night and sleeping guard in the guestroom at your suite. Tomas can’t get here quick enough