Wasn't it just? Eliot's was called the 'doppelbanger'.

. . . It was also dead, but that was besides the point.

Eliot passed along his phone obligingly. On it was a photo of two Margos, one wearing her lovely pink coat and scowling at the other, who was wearing a cute little sundress and smiling brightly and more than a little vacantly.

"She was a dreadful breech of boundaries and ethics, but she was fun."