The Line Between Here and Gone (Forensic Instincts 2)

One step at a time.

Paul was anxious to take step one.

“Everything’s been arranged,” Dr. Braeburn informed Paul. “Once your blood’s been drawn, you’ll go through a battery of tests, just to make sure you’re healthy and there’s nothing to rule you out as a donor. Then, you’ll come back up here. Amanda will show you the visitation protocol, and the sterile attire you’ll have to wear before going inside. After that, you’re welcome to spend time with your son. I know you want to hold him, but that will have to wait. The fewer people who handle him right now, the better.”

“I understand.” Paul nodded. He looked ashen.

“Let’s get you tested,” Dr. Braeburn said gently. “We’ll take it from there.”

* * *

The FI team was waiting when Amanda and Paul—now with blond hair, glasses and two-inch lifts in his shoes—emerged from the PICU and into the waiting area. Paul paused, gave Amanda a quick kiss and squeezed her hands hard. Then, he waved at the FI team and headed purposefully off toward the elevator.

Amanda walked over to join the team.

“I was instructed by Agent Hutchinson to stay here with you,” she told them quietly. “My being by Paul’s side would make him more recognizable. This way is safer.” She gazed anxiously after Paul. “I wish I could be there. I wish they could tell him the results on the spot. I wish…” She broke off and gave a hard shake of her head. “I’m not letting myself think that way. I’m just going to be grateful that you found Paul, and believe in my heart that it’s a good sign. I have to think positively, for Justin’s sake.”

“That strategy has worked up until now,” Marc

reminded her.

“You’re right.” Amanda’s expression changed. “Your team and I haven’t had a chance to talk. We do now. How guilty was my uncle? Where do things stand on that front?”

“Listen to me, Amanda.” It was Casey who spoke. “You’re a very intelligent woman. You realize this situation goes a lot deeper than any of us realized. Let’s just be grateful that Paul was one of the good guys.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Amanda’s gaze was steady. “And I need to know. Obviously, Paul is an undercover FBI agent assigned to a high-level case. So who was following us? Was it other agents sent to prevent you from finding Paul?”

“Most of the time, yes. They were keeping a close eye on our progress. They were also the ones who made that unnerving phone call to you in an attempt to scare you off.”

“Most of the time,” Amanda repeated. “Well, since the FBI wouldn’t go so far as to kill us, that means the danger you were sensing about us being watched came from a different source, like from organized crime.”

No response.

“Whatever you’re not saying, it involved my uncle,” Amanda pressed. “What has he done?”

“A lot,” Marc answered her bluntly. “None of which we can discuss with you. And none of which you can take to your uncle. We located Paul and got him home. We didn’t do it without some assistance. So it’s time to respect the FBI’s wishes not to have their investigation compromised. Once things are out in the open and arrests have been made, then we can talk and you’ll have plenty of time to hurl accusations at Fenton. Until that time, all you can know is that he’s committed more than one crime. But he didn’t know that Paul was alive, and he didn’t keep him away from you and Justin. Leave it at that.”

Blowing out a breath, Amanda studied Marc’s face, which, as always, was carefully blank. “All right. I won’t ask you any more questions. But it makes me ill to think that my own uncle did something that made it necessary to erase Paul’s existence. Paul Everett’s existence,” she amended. “That man is gone forever. But Paul Evans is here. And he won’t be disappearing or going undercover again. No matter what, Justin will have his father. And when the FBI gives you the okay, I plan to find out every single thing my uncle is guilty of. Then, I’ll tell him exactly what I think of him.”

“Just don’t do it now.” Marc’s words were more than a request. They were a command.

Amanda’s chin came up in surprise. Marc had never before used that sharp tone with her.

Now she saw what had triggered it.

Marc’s penetrating stare was fixed on a point over her shoulder. She turned to see her uncle Lyle striding into the PICU waiting room, clearly on his way to see Justin.

“Don’t, Amanda,” Marc instructed her. “Be cold. Be aloof. But don’t tip your hand—not if you want to keep Paul safe and to see justice done.”

Amanda nodded. She took a few deep breaths, then walked away from the FI team and toward her uncle.

Patrick took an instinctive step in their direction.

Marc seized his arm. “Leave it alone. We can’t tip our hand any more than Amanda can tip hers. We’re all here en masse. He won’t try anything stupid.”

“What the hell is he doing here to begin with?” Ryan muttered.

“Probably stopping by on his way to sewers unknown.” Marc’s tone hardened. “He can save himself the trouble of fueling up his jet. After my phone call, Fenton’s not going anywhere but to jail.”