“Four male infants, weights recorded between four pounds two ounces and five pounds even.”

“Look at the third page,” I said, sliding the blue microfilm printouts across the dark wood.

“The hospital sent certified paternity notices straight to Ethan’s army barracks address six days after the delivery.”

“We sent three copies,” I added, holding up a fourteen-dollar certified mail return receipt from the Colorado Springs post office.

“Delivered by courier on March twentieth.”

Richard took the fourteen-dollar pink receipt card and held it right under the brass desk lamp.

He tapped his fountain pen against his palm twice as his eyes ran over the inked delivery block.