Evan’s face became grim, “we had a, uh, a bit of a scare yesterday.”

“A scare?”

“We thought she might be pregnant,” Evan said.

“Wow,” I said, “false test?”

“She was, uh, running late,” Evan said, “since a week ago. But it finally came today.”

“Relieved?” I asked.

“God yes,” Evan said, sitting down at his desk and starting to shut down his laptop.

“Before you shutdown,” I said, “I have a little favor to ask.”

Evan looked up at me worried. He knew what kind of favors I always asked for. Mike’s wasn’t the first e-mail I’d had him get me into…

“What now?&rdquo...

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