“Was your DNA used to make these children?” Brandi asked, nodding her chin at the room.
Gareth frowned, but paled at the thought. That was something he hadn’t considered. He stepped closer and looked into the room. Surely that couldn’t be the case. Wouldn’t he have some sense of it if the children were his? Sheldon might have some old frozen blood samples somewhere, but didn’t he say Randall was the one who had stolen the kids?
“Unless Sheldon helped his brother, they’re probably not mine. Plus, I think I would know.”
“I don’t get it, Gareth. Why would you agree to help this nut case? Shitty Sheldon’s almost as bad as his crazy brother. His motives might be slightly better, but his enjoyment of his work is pretty damn evident. Was it because of your mate—that woman they mentioned? Did y
