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‘No, but I have to speak to you about the Moller Clinic.’
The colour drained from her face.
‘It won’t take long,’ he added. ‘I have some questions.’
‘What about?’ She kept one hand on the door.
‘You know the Moller Clinic and the work they do there?’
‘I’ve heard of it.’
‘I’ve found out recently that both Emma’s parents and mine used the clinic, and they were given the same donor sperm. Emma and I share the same biological father. It could be the reason we can’t have healthy babies.’ Ian would have preferred to say all this inside, but it was clear Anne wasn’t going to invite him in.
‘How do you know this?’ Anne asked, turning slightly to meet his gaze.
‘Carstan Moller told me, eventually.’
‘Did he?’ she asked, surprised. ‘Did he tell you who the donor was?’
‘No. He said it was confidential.’ Ian couldn’t tell her he’d accessed the clinic’s files.
‘I am sorry, Ian. That should never have happened. It must have come as a huge shock for you and Emma, but I don’t see how I can help you.’
‘I’d like you to tell me what you know about the clinic.’
‘Nothing. I was just aware of its existence.’
‘Have you ever had any dealings with Carstan or Edie Moller as a midwife?’
‘No. There’s no reason for me to.’
‘So you’ve never come into contact with them?’
‘No. Sorry, Ian, I’m afraid I can’t help you. Now, I’ve just returned from work. I must have something to eat before I take the dogs out. Would you like me to visit you and Emma tomorrow?’ She turned the key and opened her front door.
‘I’ll ask her and let you know,’ Ian said.
He returned down the path to his car as Anne let herself in.
She was lying. Her name was all over Moller’s files and her car had been at his clinic. The expression on her face when he’d first mentioned Moller had been one of shock and possibly guilt. Anne wasn’t a good liar – but what was she hiding? She’d been so warm and friendly when she’d been their midwife, but now she was guarded and hadn’t been able to get rid of him quickly enough. Yes, she’d just come home from work and wanted dinner before she took the dogs out, but Ian hadn’t seen or heard any dogs eager to be let out. He supposed they could be caged out the back, but wouldn’t they have barked when they heard her voice?