Emma
“You, Mr. Steele.”
For several seconds, nobody moved.
I stared at Agent Bell, certain I had misunderstood him.
Then I looked at Jake.
His expression had gone completely blank.
That scared me more than anger.
“What do you mean they compared my blood to Jake?” I asked.
Agent Bell held the report carefully by its edges. “Blackwell Biotech generated a document claiming a paternal-lineage correlation between your prenatal sample and genetic material belonging to Jacob Steele.”
“That’s impossible.”
My voice echoed through the courthouse hallway.
Bradley Vance recovered first.
“Perhaps this conversation belongs inside chambers.”
Sterling turned on him.
“You knew.”
“I know what my client provided to my office.”
“Bullshit,” Jake said.
One deputy shifted closer.
I grabbed Jake
