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- Dedication
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‘Yes, Anne mentioned it.’
‘We’re expecting a baby.’
‘Congratulations.’
‘Thank you.’ Chris paused again and steeled himself to ask the question. ‘Ian, do you still have the records for the Moller Clinic?’
‘No, I don’t. After I’d emailed all those on the list I deleted all my records. Just in case the police came knocking on my door.’
‘I see. But you emailed everyone on the list first?’ Chris asked.
‘Yes. Some were old email addresses and the email bounced back, so I did my best to trace them. I guess a few of the emails might have gone into junk mail, but there was no way of following that up. Why?’
‘Our baby has a slight deformity of his feet that could be genetic. I guess I’m overreacting, but I was going to ask you to check to make sure Jan’s parents weren’t on the list.’
There! He’d said it, Chris thought. He’d voiced his worst fear.
‘If Jan didn’t receive an email then you can assume they weren’t,’ Ian replied.
‘That’s what I thought. Thank you. Sorry to disturb your evening.’
‘No problem. I can understand why you’re worried after what happened to us, but I’m sure it’s fine.’
‘Yes, thanks.’
It was 9.30 p.m. and Jan was already upstairs. She was often tired in the evening now and went up to bed before him. She’d left her laptop on the coffee table, charging. Chris looked away, back again, then picking it up, he lifted the lid. It sprang into life. It wasn’t password protected. Jan said she didn’t have any secrets from him, so she saw no need for passwords on her laptop or phone. He hesitated and then continued.
Ian had said that some of the emails he’d sent had gone to old email addresses. Chris knew that Jan had an old email account she never used now. How often did she check it? He had no idea. He followed the icon to the old mailbox and his mouth went dry. There were dozens of unopened emails from stores, holiday companies, websites where she was a customer, offering special offers. At least two a week, sometimes more. Chris began scrolling down, last week, last month, last year. Checking each email. He found a couple she might want to keep and left them. Right back to December. He saw it and went cold. The email from Carstan Moller Ian had sent. The subject line: Confidential and Urgent. With his heart thumping, Chris forced himself to open the email, hoping against all the odds that it was something else entirely.
All hope vanished as he read.