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“Maybe there’s a way we can test the DNA without getting the parents involved until we know there’s a match.” She flipped open her phone and scrolled through her contacts to find Dr. Lindsey McNamara’s number.
    â€œHey, Sam,” Lindsey said. “Heard you were off for a few days.”
    â€œIs that how it’s being played?”
    â€œWell, actually I heard you were suspended for punching Ramsey.”
    â€œI still say he had it coming.”
    â€œYou won’t hear any argument from me. So what’s up?”
    â€œI need an off-the-books favor. I have a friend who needs a DNA test done. Do you think you could come by my house and take care of that for him?”
    â€œUm, sure. I’m leaving for lunch shortly. Could I do it then?”
    â€œThat’d be perfect. And if you could keep this between us, I’d appreciate it.”
    â€œOf course. No problem.”
    â€œI’ll clear you through security.”
    â€œSee you soon.”
    â€œHey, Brant,” Sam said when she ended the call with Lindsey. “Would you please let them know outside that Drs. Harry Flynn and Lindsey McNamara will be coming over shortly?”
    â€œSure, thing, Mrs. Cappuano. No problem.”
    â€œThanks.”
    â€œWho was that you called?” Josh asked.
    â€œThe District’s Chief Medical Examiner, Dr. Lindsey McNamara. She’s a friend and a colleague. I trust her to be discreet.”
    â€œI thought medical examiners worked on dead people.”
    â€œUsually they do, but she’s also a medical doctor and handles DNA testing for us.” She glanced at the stairs. “I need to check on my husband. He’s not feeling well. I’ll be right back down.”
    Sam went upstairs to the bedroom, where Nick was exactly where she’d left him. She placed her head on his face and was stunned by how hot he felt. Running back downstairs, she called Harry again and got his voicemail. “Harry, it’s Sam again. He’s scary hot. I’m worried. Let me know if you think I should take him to the ER.”
    Sam’s phone rang, and she pounced on it, hoping it was Harry. “Mrs. Cappuano, this is Mrs. Perry at Eliot-Hine. The school nurse asked me to call to let you know Scotty’s not feeling well. He has a fever of one hundred point two. Is it okay if we send him home with his detail?”
    Sam’s heart sank at the news that Scotty was sick too. While she’d rather pick him up herself, the agents could get him home faster. “Yes, please. Send him home.”

CHAPTER THREE
    S COTTY NARROWLY MISSED throwing up on Sam when she met him on the sidewalk in front of the house. Fortunately, she saw what was happening and jumped out of the way in time for him to puke on the street rather than on her. She patted his back and took tissues from Darcy, one of his agents, to wipe his mouth when he was done.
    â€œSorry,” he muttered. His face was so pale he barely resembled her robustly healthy son.
    â€œDon’t be sorry. You can’t help it, buddy. You okay for now?”
    â€œI think so.”
    Sam wrapped her arm around him to lead him inside. “How long have you felt lousy?”
    â€œAbout an hour. I was fine and then my head was spinning and my ears were buzzing. Then my stomach started hurting, and I felt really hot.”
    â€œWhatever it is, your dad has it too, and Harry’s on his way.”
    Scotty closed his eyes and leaned his head against her. “Okay.”
    â€œOh my goodness,” Shelby said when Sam brought him inside.
    â€œYou need to get out of here while the getting is still good,” Sam said. “Whatever they’ve got is the last thing you need.”
    â€œI can’t leave you to deal with this by yourself.”
    â€œYes, you can. Go , Tinker Bell. That’s an order.”
    â€œIf you’re sure,” Shelby said tearfully. Everything made her cry these