He pushed the transducer through the thick layer of clear warming gel on his patient’s swollen abdomen. He then watched the results materialize on the small digital screen.
“A perfectly healthy boy,” said the graying ultrasound tech. “Does your husband know it’s not his?”
A calculated bluff. One he had made several times before with varying degrees of success.
But when he saw the young woman’s face flush, when he watched her quickly lower her head, he knew he had found the perfect target.
“Not to worry, your secret’s safe with me,” he added.
“For the right price, of course…”
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