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samples from earlier,
so there won't be any more needles for now." She scribbled a notation
and checked some boxes before looking up at Faith. "I promise
we'll rush this as much as we can, but you can see we've got a pretty
full house today. X-ray's backed up at least an hour. I'll do what I can
to push it through, but you might want to get a book or magazine
while you wait."
    Faith didn't respond, but something in her demeanor changed.
She glanced at her husband, then back at Sara. "Do you need me to
sign that?" She indicated the chart.
    There was nothing to sign, but Sara handed her the chart anyway.
Faith wrote something on the bottom of the page and gave it back.
Sara read the words I'm pregnant.
    Sara nodded as she crossed through the X-ray order. Obviously,
Faith hadn't yet told her husband, but there was a different set of
questions Sara needed to ask now, and she couldn't do so without
giving away the news. "When's the last time you had a pap smear?"
    Faith seemed to understand. "Last year."
    "Let's take care of that while you're here." Sara told the man,
"You can wait outside."
    "Oh." He seemed surprised, even as he nodded. "All right." He
told his wife, "I'll be in the waiting room if you need me."
    "Okay." Faith watched him leave, her shoulders visibly slumping
in relief as the door closed. She asked Sara, "Do you mind if I lie
down?"
    "Of course not." Sara helped her get comfortable on the bed,
thinking Faith looked younger than her thirty-three years. She still
had the bearing of a cop, though—that no-nonsense, don't-bullshit-me
squareness to her shoulders. Her lawyer-husband seemed like an
odd match, but Sara had seen stranger combinations.
    She asked the woman, "How far along are you?"
    "About nine weeks."
    Sara put this in her notes as she asked, "Is that a guess or have you
seen a doctor?"
    "I took an over-the-counter test." She changed that. "Actually, I
took three over-the-counter tests. I'm never late."
    Sara added a pregnancy test to the orders. "What about this
weight gain?"
    "Ten pounds," Faith admitted. "I've kind of gone a little crazy
with the eating since I found out."
    In Sara's experience, ten pounds usually meant fifteen. "Do you
have any other children?"
    "One—Jeremy—eighteen."
    Sara made the notation in the chart, mumbling, "Lucky you.
Heading into the terrible twos."
    "More like terrible twenties. My son is eighteen years old."
    Sara did a double take, flipping back through Faith's history.
    "Let me do the math for you," Faith offered. "I got pregnant
when I was fourteen. I had Jeremy when I was fifteen."
    Not much surprised Sara anymore, but Faith Mitchell had managed
to do it. "Were there any complications with your first pregnancy?"
    "Other than being fodder for a Lifetime movie?" She shook her
head. "No problems at all."
    "Okay," Sara answered, putting down the chart, giving Faith her
full attention. "Let's talk about what happened tonight."
    "I was walking to the car, I felt a little dizzy, and the next thing I
know, Will's driving me here."
    "Dizzy like the room spinning or dizzy as in light-headed?"
    She thought about the question before replying. "Light-headed."
    "Any flashes of light or unusual tastes in your mouth?"
    "No."
    "Will's your husband?"
    She actually guffawed. "God, no." She choked on an incredulous
laugh. "Will's my partner—Will Trent."
    "Is Detective Trent here so I can talk to him?"
    "Special Agent. You already did. He just left."
    Sara was sure she was missing something. "The man who was just
in here is a cop?"
    She laughed. "It's the suit. You're not the first person to think he's
an undertaker."
    "I thought lawyer," Sara admitted, thinking she had never met
anyone who looked less like a police officer in her life.
    "I'll have to tell him you thought he was a lawyer. He'll be pleased
you took him for an educated man."
    For the first time, Sara noticed the woman was not wearing a
wedding ring. "So, the father is . . ."
    "In