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he’d been holding and blew it out on a relieved sigh. “Okay. Thank
you. I… I really appreciate what you’re doing.”
    She laughed. “Well, I haven’t done anything
yet, but let’s hope Cynthia responds. It’s important for her to
embrace the world again and every good thing in it. She’s young.
She’s resilient. Be patient. All she needs is—”
    “Time,” he interrupted with a smile. “Don’t
worry, I get it.”
    “When do you think I should call on her?”
Georgie asked.
    “I’m at work at the moment, but I’ll speak
with her tonight. I’ll phone you later, if you like. Are there any
days you aren’t available? When’s your next day off?”
    “I have a couple of days off coming up. If
you let me know in the morning whether she’s keen, I’ll have time
to book an appointment at the day spa.”
    Cam nodded in satisfaction. “It sounds like
a plan.”
    “I’ll give you my cell number. That way you
can reach me when I’m away from work.” She gave Cam the details and
straight away he added them to his phone.
    He’d achieved even more than he’d set out
to, having not only obtained her help with Cynthia, but he’d gained
the promise of her company, too. Okay, so he wouldn’t be
accompanying them to the spa, but she still had to come to his home
to collect his sister and then return her again. That presented an
array of opportunities, limited only by his imagination.
    Once again, Georgie interrupted his
thoughts. “It’d better go. I have babies due for a feeding.”
    “Of course,” he replied and then remembered
his earlier question. “I was wondering if you could tell me whether
Cynthia has been tested for STDS? I’m concerned because of her
lifestyle and…”
    His voice petered off in embarrassment, but
Georgie appeared to take his question in her stride.
    “Of course. You have reason to be concerned.
And yes, to answer your question, it’s hospital policy to run blood
tests for STDs. Cynthia’s results came back clear. It’s only the
HIV and Hepatitis results that take longer. She’ll need to be
retested in three months and then again at six months, to be
sure.”
    Cam compressed his lips, but nodded. “Thank
you. I appreciate you letting me know.”
    “No problem. I guess I’ll see you in a
couple of days.”
    With a surge of anticipation and heartfelt
thanks, Cam smiled and ended the call.
    Holt strode toward him. “The premier’s
waiting downstairs. I’ll bring him up and put him in Interview Room
Two.”
    Cam’s pleasant thoughts scattered like the
wind and once again, he focused on the job at hand and got down to
business.

CHAPTER SIX
     
    Cam stared across at the premier and tried
hard to hide his disbelief. The portly, balding leader of the State
Government got redder and redder in the face as he continued to
blister Cam’s ears.
    “I’m telling you, Detective Sergeant Dawson,
there’s something evil going on in that hospital! My grandson was
born perfectly healthy. I was right outside the birthing suite when
he drew his first breath. My daughter spent hours holding him and
marvelling over every little thing. Both the midwife and the doctor
gave him the all clear. When I left that hospital a little after
eight, there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. And now he’s
dead—from SIDS, apparently. At least, that’s what they’re telling
us. I don’t believe it for a minute.”
    Premier John Jamison’s legendary piercing
gaze settled with uncomfortable intensity on Cameron who did his
best not to squirm. So far, the man had insisted the hospital was
involved in everything from stealing innocent babies and selling
them overseas to outright murder. At the moment, he appeared to
have returned to his earlier conspiracy theory that staff members
of the maternity ward were involved in procuring children to sell
on the black market.
    “It’s big business, Detective,” the premier
continued matter-of-factly. “I’ve read about what happens