And one more thing.
“Mr. Rainey,” Lauren said evenly, “you said the children’s last name is Marlowe.”
“That’s correct.”
“Where did you get that name?”
“From the case file.”
“Which case file?”
Rainey’s smile held.
“The one we were assigned.”
“Marlowe is not their name. It hasn’t been for four years.”
Her voice was soft, but it carried.
“Only a handful of people on Earth have that name on paper. None of them work for Child Welfare.”
Greiss frowned.
“Nurse Pierce, you are out of line.”
“Doctor, listen to me. That order has no seal from any court. That badge belongs to no agency in the United States, and he just told you the mother is dead. The agent has explained the crash happened an hour ago. Nobody has called it in. Not the police, not the fire department, not this hospital.”
Lauren looked straight at Rainey.
