Free Genesis by Karin Slaughter

phone numbers and slapped
it down on the table. "You got your case."
    "What a surprising turn of events." Faith flashed him a smile,
handing him a card. "If you could please fax all witness statements
and preliminary reports to my office. Number's on the bottom."
    He snatched the card, bumping into the table as he walked away,
grumbling. "Keep smiling, bitch."
    Faith leaned down and picked up the chair, feeling a bit woozy as
she straightened. The nurse educator had been more of the former
than the latter, and Faith was still unsure about what to do with all
the diabetic instruments and supplies she had been given. She had
notes, forms, a journal and all sorts of test results and papers to give
to her doctor tomorrow. None of it made sense. Or maybe she was
too shocked to process it all. She had always been very good at math,
but the thought of measuring her food and calculating insulin made
her brain go all fuzzy.
    The final blow had been the result of the pregnancy test that had
been kindly tagged on to all the other bloodwork. Faith had been
clinging to the possibility that the over-the-counter tests were inaccurate—
all three of them. How exact could the technology be for
something that you peed on? She had vacillated daily between thinking
she was pregnant and thinking that she had a stomach tumor, not
exactly sure which news would be more welcome. When the nurse
had happily informed her, "You're going to have a baby!" Faith had
felt like she was going to pass out again.
    There was nothing she could do about it now. She sat back down
at the table, looking at Rick Sigler's and Jake Berman's phone numbers.
She would have made a bet that Jake's was false, but Faith wasn't
new to this game. Max Galloway had been annoyed when she had
asked the men to see their driver's licenses and copied down the information
in her notebook. Then again, maybe Galloway wasn't a total
idiot. She'd seen him scribbling down his own copy of the phone
numbers while he was on his cell. The thought of Galloway having
to come ask Faith for Jake Berman's details made her smile.
    She checked the clock again, wondering what was keeping the
Coldfields. Galloway had told Faith the couple had been instructed
to come to the cafeteria for their interviews as soon as the ER cleared
them, but the couple seemed to be taking their own sweet time. Faith
was also curious about what Will had done to make Max Galloway
call him a lunatic. She would be the first person to admit that her
partner was far from conventional. He certainly had his own way of
doing things, but Will Trent was the best cop Faith had ever worked
with—even if he had the social skills of an awkward toddler. For instance,
Faith would've liked to have found out from her own partner
that they were assigned to this case rather than hear it from an inbred
Weimaraner from Rockdale County.
    Maybe it was for the best that she had some time before she talked
to Will. She had no idea how she was going to explain why she had
passed out in the parking deck at the courthouse without actually
having to tell him the truth.
    She rifled through the plastic bag filled with diabetic supplies and
pulled out the pamphlet the nurse had given her, hoping that this
time she would be able to concentrate on it. Faith didn't get much
farther than "So, you have diabetes" before she was telling herself once
again that there had been some kind of mistake. The insulin shot had
made her feel better, but maybe just lying down for a few minutes
had done the trick. Did she even have a history of this in her family?
She should call her mother, but she hadn't even told Evelyn that she
was pregnant. Besides, the woman was on vacation in Mexico, her
first holiday in years. Faith wanted to make sure her mother was close
to good medical care when she told her the news.
    The person she should really call was her brother. Captain Zeke
Mitchell was an Air Force surgeon stationed in