“Who is this?” he said, frowning.

I gave him the second page.

“Your daughter.

A certified paternity report.

Ninety-nine point nine-nine percent.” Sloane took a step back.

Somewhere in the front row, Priscilla gasped out loud.

And the terrace went utterly silent — no applause, no laughter, two hundred people holding a single breath.

Chapter 15 — And Second