“Only person I talked to was Elliot Grant,” he said. “I didn’t mention you.”
“You spoke with the deputy prosecutor?”
“We’re old friends,” he said. “I’m curious to know where that sperm came from. Figured he should be, too.”
“I warn you, the DNA won’t match Jared.”
Damn, it felt good to act certain and specific. No weaseling around with don’t know, don’t recall, don’t understand.
“If it’s not Jared’s, the lab boys will push it right to CODIS. I’ll be real interested to hear if they get a match in the database.” He paused. “But listen, here’s why I called. I decided it’d be a good idea to look into Marianne Freemantle’s background, like she did yours.”
Her caller sure didn’t talk like a guy who was out to get her.
She took her phone from her ear and double-checked the caller ID. Kent
