The medical confirmation came back positive. Vivienne Cross was eleven weeks pregnant.
I sat with that number for a long time. Eleven weeks. She had arrived in New York already pregnant, which meant, unless Marcus was lying to me on a scale I was not willing to compute, that the timeline did not add up.
I called Elena.
"Eleven weeks," I said. "She arrived six weeks ago. She's claiming it's Marcus's. He says he hasn't touched her. Walk me through the math."
"If she's eleven weeks along and she arrived six weeks ago," Elena said, "conception would have occurred approximately five weeks before she came back to New York."
"Before she came back," I repeated.
"Yes."
"Then how could it be Marcus's if they hadn't seen each other?"
"Did they have any contact before her return? A work trip,
