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“I’m their father,” said Colt steadily. “I didn’t kidnap them.”

“And if I asked you to prove it?”

“I’d say take a paternity test.”

“Those aren’t exactly quick. And they’re not my forte, either.”

“Look,” said Colt. “All I want is a normal check-up for them. Just tell me if there’s anything I should be worried about.”

“Then answer my question. Why are you bringing them to me now?”

“Because I’m wanted for murder.”

The man didn’t lose a beat. “Are you guilty?”

“Yes.”

The doctor paused to exhale a laugh. “You’re very honest.”

“Are you gonna check them or not?”

“Did you kill a child?”

“No.”

The man stared at him. “Did you bring money?”

Colt showed him a backpack full of cash.

“Alright, then.” The doctor took a step forward, and then he stopped, his eyes lingering on Hector. “Who’s he?”

“My babysitter. Don’t worry about him.”

“No, no,” the man said. “Take off your helmet. Let me see your face.”

Hector glanced at Colt, and Colt shrugged. Hector removed his riding helmet.

The doctor backed away a few steps, as did his two bodyguards. “I recognize you,” the man said, not shaken, but not pleased, either. “You’ve been all over the news.”

“Don’t worry about him,” Colt repeated. “If you’re wondering whether or not he’s guilty, too, then I’ll save you the trouble of asking. He’s not.”

The doctor tilted his head, loosening up a little. “Really now? And yet he’s working as your... babysitter?”

“He and I have a complicated relationship. Are you done asking questions now? I didn’t come here to be quizzed.”

Dr. Marcus threw a last look at Hector before saying, “Very well. Follow me, please.”

They all began walking together, heading for a staircase at the far end of the cellar.

“Tell me about your children,” the doctor said. “Surely, you felt it was a risk coming here. Is there something about them that has been worrying you?”