Chapter 6
(Seattle, Wednesday, September 24, 2013)
THE EMERGENCY PREGNANCY Care Center was on the ground floor of an older two-story brick building on 44th. The sign out front was large and white with the Center’s name painted in script letters and edged with blue and white flowers.
Mac opened the door, a heavy metal one, and went in. The room inside looked like the waiting room of a doctor’s office, albeit a comfortable one. The armchairs were blue tweed and overstuffed, rather than the stiff straight-back chairs in some doctor’s offices. Pictures of pretty, happy babies on the walls. The room was empty, however. Apparently, Wednesday afternoons weren’t high crisis times.
The receptionist was a young, smiling woman with blond hair—just like the babies on the wall, Mac thought. She wor
