Gregor had no argument to that, and he fumed in silence.
Mother came directly to me and embraced me. “Sweetheart, are you all right?”
“Yes. Not even a scratch.” I could feel her trembling.
“Thank God.” She cradled my cheek. “How is DB?”
“His spleen was grazed. They’re going to keep him in the hospital for a few days to see if it will heal on its own.”
“Has his family been notified?”
“I spoke with his mother. She... doesn’t like me. She blames me for getting DB into the CIA.”
“Oh, Quinton.”
“She’s up in New York, and one of the Company drivers will bring her and her daughter here. Do you know what’s odd, Mother? DB has a factor X deficiency too.”
“That is odd.” She looked thoughtful. She and Uncle Bryan had the deficiency; because Father was “normal,” I simply carried the gene.
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