Endless Forms Most Beautiful

2- Complexity

"Did you seriously steal her coke? You know she's gonna kill you, right?" 

"I'll deal with her later. I'm not worried about that," she says, with a dismissive wave. Caitlyn was the least of her problems.

"I'll see what I can do, ok?" he sighs. "And I want 20%" 

"Great," she smiles. That wasn't so hard. But with one problem checked off of her list, Janis' mind brings back the other conundrum that had been bothering her all night. "On another note, something really weird happened at the train station today," she says, "I saw a woman kill herself."

"Jesus." 

"Yeah, and she looked exactly like me."
 

Before Damian can react, she bends down again, this time she ignores her backpack and grabs the other purse. The woman's purse. 

"Do not tell me you robbed a dead woman," Damian exclaims, exasperatedly. 

"I didn't, she left it at the platform before she jumped," she says as she rummages through her purse. Amid a mess of lipsticks, pens, empty candy wrappers, and two phones -one with a black case, the other with a light blue one- she finds what she's looking for: the woman's wallet. 

"Isn't that still technically robbing a dead woman?" 

Janis ignores him as she opens the wallet. It's empty aside from some documents. At the bathroom of the train station, Janis had already taken the liberty of grabbing all of the money that was inside of it and storing it in her pocket. She grabs the woman's ID and holds it next to her face, looking at Damian with raised eyebrows, as if she had just told him a joke and was waiting for him to understand it. He widens his eyes. Janis keeps looking as his expression changes from intrigued to perplexed in 5 seconds.

"Holy shit..." he murmurs, then reaches over and grabs the ID from Janis' hand, looking at it like it's a foreign object, "Veronica Sawyer..." he reads aloud, the puzzled expression still stamped on his face. "It's you with a nice haircut." 

"And a nice address," she says. "Dude, what the hell, do I have a twin sister or some shit?" 

"Maybe?" he says. "Sure, little orphan Janis Sarkisian finds out she has a rich twin sounds straight out of 'Days of Our Lives', but what if it's true?" 

"I'm gonna go to her apartment..." she says, waving in Damian's face the set of keys she found at the bottom of the purse. "I want to find out who this girl is." 

Damian throws her a skeptical look.

"Do you want to find out who she is or do you want to steal the rest of her stuff?"

Before Janis can answer, the woman's cellphone — the one in the black case— starts ringing. She glances at it, unsure of what to do. On the screen, the name Chandler appears before Janis decides to decline the call. 

***

The next morning, Janis finds herself in front of a nice, two-story house near Lincoln Park. She fumbles with the lock until she finally finds the right key; the door opens directly into a spacious living room.
 

"Hello?" she says loudly but receives no answer. Still, she examines every room of the house, to make sure she is alone.

The place isn't gigantic, with nothing but the living room, the kitchen, and a small bathroom on the first floor. On the fridge door, colorful magnets hold a variety of photographs. All of the pictures are of Veronica and a black-haired man, —based on how close they are in every photo, Janis guesses he's her boyfriend— except one, a Polaroid selfie with a ginger-haired woman. Veronica is smiling in every single picture, she looks genuinely happy; a stark difference from the woman Janis saw at the train station. Glued to the fridge, below all of the pictures, is a travel itinerary and a post-it. Janis squints her eyes and reads the note written in messy handwriting.