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Binghamton, Alabama
    George stared at the phone. He didn’t let his anger take him over when he heard the news that his troops failed to find the UWA camp. He would wait until they returned, listen to what they had to say, and then start interrogating the UWA men again. But George knew his men well. He also knew it was very possible that they ended up in Kingman, Texas.
    George dial ed the phone again and held it to his ear as it rang. “Hi. It’s me.” George smiled. “Yeah. Just wanted to let you know we’re moving ahead so get ready. I’ll keep you posted. Is it a good time? Then I’ll wait . . . I’ll let you know. Take care of yourself.” With another smile George ended the call and went back to doing whatever he did to occupy his time. At that moment, it was just a matter of waiting.
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Beginnings, Montana
    Ellen peeked into Dean’s home office. He sat with his feet on his desk , staring at the computer, the keyboard draped across his lap. His desk was a mess with papers and books all over it. “Dean?” Ellen poked her head in the door. “You need anything?”
    “No. I’m fine , thanks.” Dean looked up, smiled, and returned to his work.
    Ellen pulled the door closed and walked back in the living room. The house was quiet since the kids were in bed. She sat down on the floor with Henry. “So where were we?”
    “He’s been in there an awfully long time , El.”
    “Yeah, but he’s home , right? At least if the kids want to kiss him, they can.”
    “You know what I think.” Henry said.
    “What’s that?”
    “I think that you guys should let me live here. I can room with Josh.”
    “Oh I don’t think Dean would let you.”
    “I lived with him while you were gone ,” Henry nodded, “and he said his house was never cleaner. And, El . . . he took my son. Took him right away from me.”
    “Tell him you want Nick back.”
    “I did. He said now that you live here, so does Nick. He said I can have him a day or two a week.”
    “But Henry, you don’t like caring for babies.” Ellen reached up and picked up her glass of tea.
    “True but it’s the principal of it, don’t you think?”
    “Most definitely. Thanks for the ‘take off your shoes’ sign.”
    “Not a problem.” Henry waved his hands. “People can be such pigs. They just don’t know how to take off their shoes in a new house.”
    “To me, it was habit.”
    “Me too.” Henry leaned to her. “Hey El, do you think that Nick will get confused, I mean with Dean raising him now ? At least with Frank he saw the dark hair. Dean’s so Caucasian.”
    “I don’t think so, Henry. You’ll be around. Besides Nick shouldn’t realize he looks different. The kids around here don’t look at each other differently. Even Marcus doesn’t get a second glance and look at him. Do you suppose he looks in the mirror and realizes that he doesn’t look like Mark?”
    “Actually if you saw Mark first thing in the morning when he comes to work, they do look alike.”
    “Really?” Ellen laughed. “I thought Mark was cute.”
    Henry made a cringing face. “His face stays puffy for hours. If I were a woman I wouldn’t want to wake up next to him.”
    “Oh I have to make it a point to get up there early in the morning.”
    “It has to be before nine or he looks normal again.”
     
    Dean wondered what were they rambling about as he heard Henry and Ellen’s laughter seep through his closed door. He lifted his notes, read them, set them down, and began to type while speaking his entry out loud.. “Initial test on DNA for Jess Bowen shows mutated strand. Patient was unable to give sperm sample due to pressure.” Dean shook his head. “I’m killing those guys for scaring him.” As his fingers clicked again, his private phone rang. Dean blindly reached for it and braced it between his shoulder and ear. “Dr. Hayes.”
    “Hello , Dean.”
    The keyboard dropped from Dean’s lap, his notes flew , and Dean sprang up.

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