“We don’t know,” Jett told me.
“We think they may sell the film,” Gray spoke up as his fingers flexed against mine.
“Jesus,” I breathed out as I kept watching. I tensed slightly as I looked at the larger guy on the screen.
“Who is it?” Ash asked me quietly.
“I think,” I bit my lip, “it could be Dr. Campbell.” I squinted asI leaned forward. “The way he stands makes me think it may be him.”
“What did he do?” Jett asked as he reached for a pad of paper.
“Well, Mrs. Mowberry gave me the leaflet, and it was Dr. Campbell I met first. Then, when I was talking to him, Dr. Newton came in, and he was the one with the binder.”
“Binder?” Ash asked us all.
“With the prospective parents,” I told him.
“Pictures?”
“No, they were anonymous.” I looked at Gray. “I think he could be Dr. Campbell.”
Gray raised my hand to his mouth and skimmed his lips across my knuckles. “That’s good. Mrs. Mowberry? Describe her.”
I did, and Jett took notes, asking me to remember details I wasn’t sure I was remembering or making up. “I don’t know,” I told him in frustration. “It was a long time ago, and I have spent eighteen months trying to forget.”
“I know, sorry.” He patted my shoulder and looked past me to look at Gray.
“You don’t need to look at Gray,” I snapped, and I pushed myself to my feet. “He can’t coax it out of me. I’m not holding back, I am doing my best to help you, but forgive me if I didn’t notice if her hair was colored or not!”
“You’re a girl,” Ash began and flinched at the anger of my stare. “You would notice, you just might not realize it.”
“She was in her fifties, late forties maybe.” I sucked at guessing ages. “Her hair was dark, and it was, I dunno, mousy.”
“What the hell is mousy?” Jett grumbled as he checked his notes.
“Brown,” Gray and I spoke at the same time.
I frowned as I thought about it. “It was dull.”
Jett looked up at me in confusion. “Huh?”
“It was dull, like it was tired.” Screwing my eyes shut, I tried toconjure the image of Mrs. Mowberry in my head. “It could have been colored; natural hair isn’t that dull unless it’s not cared for, and it was curled, so it was cared for.”
Opening my eyes, I saw Ash’s smug look at Gray, and I almost kicked him in the shin. “Don’t look so fucking smug,” I muttered as I resumed my seat, and Gray pulled me into his side with a kiss to my temple.
“Okay, so can we do Dr. Campbell?” Jett asked as he scribbled in his notepad. “Describe him.” He was completely oblivious to the fact that Ash was snickering at his “do Dr. Campbell” terminology.
As I ran through what I remembered about the other doctor I had met, I felt the familiar sadness rise from within, and when I finished my interrogation from my friends, my head was on Gray’s shoulders, and my eyes were strained from trying to hold the tears back.
“You okay?” Gray asked me softly as Ash took the laptop to the desk, muttering about angles, and Jett followed him with his notebook like a reporter on the tail of a juicy story.
“No,” I whispered back. “I don’t like this,” I admitted as I turned my face into his shoulder.
“I know. You’re doing so well.” I felt his lips press to my forehead, and I shifted in the seat to wrap my arm around his torso more.
Ash looked over his shoulder at us, and I saw the frown he failed to hide as he looked at me curled into Gray. “I want to try this,” he told me, and I didn’t react to the fact that his voice was slightly harder. “Then we need to go for a site visit.” He turned back to the laptop, and I tilted my head to look up at Gray.
“He seems to be enjoying himself,” I murmured quietly.
