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“What do you think, then,” he asks, “that this obstetrician did
something to both of them, and Delilah, too?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “We’re just telling you what we know, Josh.” I
say it softly because I know that he’s scared. He’s beside himself,
barely keeping it together. He isn’t trying to be argumentative or
defensive. I’m scared, too.
He inhales deeply, slowly lets the air out. “Maybe,” Josh says,
thinking aloud, “that’s what Mr. Tebow wants you to think. Maybe it’s
a lie.”
It’s possible, of course. I don’t know Jason Tebow. I have no
reason to believe anything he said was true. In my mind, both men
are equally culpable. But Jeanette the midwife corroborated much of
what he said. What reason would she have to lie?
“We don’t know what to think, Josh,” Bea says. “God willing,
Meredith and Delilah are fine. Completely and absolutely fine.”
“Still,” I say, hating to be the alarmist, but it’s something that can’t
be ignored. “The connection between Shelby and Meredith. The fact
that they knew each other. It’s concerning, right?” I ask.
They both look at me and stare, no one wanting to face the fact
that it’s more than just concerning. What it means is that, with Shelby
now dead, Meredith and Delilah are in serious trouble. We need to
find them soon, if it’s not too late for them already.