“Are those…?”
“Fetuses. Babies.” She ignored the familiar pain that twisted her heart. Motherhood wasn’t for everyone. “But the dates are wrong. Look here.” She tapped the bottom edge of the screen. “It says week three, but these look more like twelve-week scans.”
She looked over her shoulder. “So, either these women were already pregnant when they were taken—”
Dom shook his head. “Hacked the police reports. None of the partners made any mention of a pregnancy.”
Her lips compressed. “Okay…so they weren’t pregnant before. They’ve all been snatched within the last six weeks—”
“Four weeks,” Dom butted in. “First snatch was four weeks ago.”
“Okay. Four weeks, matches the oldest date here.” She sat back, looking at the screen in horror. “They managed it. They got them pregnant.”
“Holy s*
