Baby? He saw what I was thinking. “You didn’t know about the baby?” “No.” “But you’re her friend,” he said. I wasn’t. I barely knew her. She’d spent a couple of hours right here in this chair, but other than that, my contact with Rosalie Marino had been limited to the last couple of days. Because of our encounter at the university lab, it may have seemed to Bixby as though we were closer than tattooist and client. I shook my head. “No. Not really.” Confusion crossed his face. “But you came to the hospital to see her last night,” he said. “I thought—” “No. We’re not friends. But I am friends with her father’s new wife and her son. What’s this about a baby?” Colin hung his head in his hands. “I should have known.” He didn’t answer my question. “Should have known what?” “That things with you aren’t always as they seem.” Okay, so he was right on that. But he didn’t have to act as if it were the end of the world. “I’m sorry,”
