To their left was a small unmarked door and beside it, a large leather sofa. In addition to the sofa was a small coffee table with copies of the latest baby magazines displayed tastefully. To the right was a wall of built-ins filled with medical journals. The walls were covered with evenly spaced pictures, each marking a different phase of pregnancy.
Jordan stole glances of Rebecca’s face as she scanned the empty room, and at the sound of running water from behind the door, jumped slightly. When the door opened, Jordan’s jaw dropped.
Mistaking the look of shock for their obvious assumption that Dr. Mercer was a man, Rebecca flashed her badge again. “Dr. Mercer. Detective Foxx. CDD.”
“Yes, Detective, I remember you.” Dr. Mercer smiled. “You’ve been on this investigation a long time.” Her eyes met Jordan’s, and a look of recognition flashed in her eyes before she carefully schooled her features to nonchalance. “You are?”
Jordan fumbled for her badge. “Special Agent Gray. FBI.”
Dr. Mercer smirked slightly. Her eyes raked over Jordan’s body lasciviously, and for a moment, her mind flashed back to their brief encounter. “Dr. Meghan Mercer. A pleasure to see you again, Agent.”
Jordan swallowed nervously. She was looking into the bemused eyes of the woman she had met at the gym and traded blows and much more than that with. She reddened slightly as she remembered what had happened between them. Suddenly, things had gotten complicated. “Ahh, you too.”
Meghan gave her another once-over and turned her attention back to Rebecca, who was watching the exchange between the two women with renewed interest. She reminded herself to ask Jordan what the hell that look was all about later. “Sorry about that. You see Agent Gray and I are previously acquainted.”
Rebecca’s gaze fell on Jordan, and her eyes asked for an explanation. Preferably, one that didn’t make her involvement in the case an issue.
“We, uhh, met at the gym. Megh…Dr. Mercer and I sparred together a couple of times.”
Meghan quirked an eyebrow at the politically-correct explanation that Jordan offered Detective Foxx regarding their past. She picked up on the energy between the two women and wondered at their connection. She chuckled at the confused look on Rebecca’s face. “Boxing. Agent Gray was kind enough to box with me one evening.”
If Rebecca thought anything happened beyond that, she didn’t show it. “I’m sorry to have to bother you again. We’ve had another murder, and it seems that the only connection between the victims is their tie to the sperm bank.”
Meghan dismissed her apology with a wave. “I’m happy to help out anyway I can. I’ll let my employees know that their full cooperation with the CDD is expected. Please have a seat. Can I get you anything?”
Rebecca and Jordan took the offered chairs and declined her other offer.
“Thank you, Dr. Mercer.” Rebecca pulled a small recorder from her pocket. She waived it in the air. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.”
Rebecca pushed the record button. She settled back in the chair. “Do you mind stating your name, for the record?”
“Dr. Meghan Mercer. Director of the Helping Hands Fertilization Clinic.” She met Rebecca’s inquisitive glance. “Sorry, second time around. I seem to have the questions down to a science now.”
Rebecca laughed and studied Meghan. There was a distant look in her eyes, as though she was distracted. “I know you’re busy. We won’t take much of your time.”
Meghan smiled slightly, but it stopped at her eyes. “It’s fine.”
“Congratulations on your promotion.”
“Thank you. It came as a bit of a surprise.”
“Oh? What happened to Dr. Stein?” Rebecca checked to make sure the tape was moving.
“Retired. Rather abruptly I might add.” Meghan's eyes bounced between Rebecca and Jordan. She still couldn’t quite make out the underlying connection between them. It was almost as if they were sleeping together, but she didn’t think that was the case. Her eyes met Jordan’s, and she toyed with the idea of once again bedding her. She was exceedingly handsome, and she wondered what it would be like to have Jordan fuck her for real this time.
Jordan must have sensed where her thoughts were going because her face reddened again, and she coughed nervously.
“Are you okay? Sure I can’t get you anything?” Meghan asked innocently enough, but Jordan heard the underlying meaning, and she shook her head quickly.
Rebecca watched Jordan’s reaction to Meghan, and she felt a pang of jealousy. She shook her head, berating her foolishness. They boxed with each other, not slept together. She dismissed her doubts as quickly as they arose.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what were the circumstances of his retirement?”
“Not at all. I’ve nothing to hide.” Meghan was just as willing to help this time as she had been before. Almost too helpful, Rebecca thought, like she couldn't wait to give us information. She hadn’t recognized the name at first, but once Dr. Mercer had mentioned knowing her, she was starting to put the pieces together. They had interviewed so many people regarding the murders, and if her memory served her correctly, Rick had handled Dr. Mercer's interviews. “Dr. Stein was caught substituting donor samples.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” Rebecca’s brow furrowed with confusion.
“Let me give you a quick summation. Most of our clients are married women whose husbands can’t impregnate them, whether the reason is physical or psychological. We use artificial insemination or assisted reproductive technology to help them conceive. A woman’s cycle is followed and when she is ovulating, sperm is inserted into her uterus. It can be either sperm collected from her husband or donor sperm. In any case, the sperm is inserted into the woman in hopes of conception.”
“And Dr. Stein was in charge of the procedure?”
Meghan shook her head. “If he didn’t do it personally, he at least oversaw the procedure. What he was doing was substituting his own sperm in place of the sperm that was supposed to be used.”
“How did they find out?”
“He got caught.” Meghan leaned forward and laced her fingers together. “This is a multi-million dollar business, Detective. Aside from that, the women who use artificial insemination aren’t in an emotional state to deal with this kind of surprise. We take the process very seriously, and when a technician alerted me that he suspected Dr. Stein of deception, I can assure you, that is not looked upon lightly.”
“What made the technician suspect him?” Rebecca wouldn’t accept something as simple as Dr. Stein getting caught. No, she needed more. She was building a case again him and she needed to know his behavior leading up to and during the murders.
“I’m not sure.” Meghan replied quickly.
Rebecca’s brow furrowed. “It seems rather careless to accuse a man of wrongdoing based on a guess.”
Meghan frowned and let out a loud sigh. She was tiring of Detective Foxx and her questions. “I’m sure it would be difficult to explain given that you have no knowledge of the insemination process.”
Rebecca felt her face get hot and she bit her lip to keep from saying what she really wanted to say to the bitch sitting across from her. What she didn’t need in the middle of this investigation was Dr. Mercer playing high and mighty. Several deep breaths later, she met Meghan’s eyes. “Give me the sperm donor for dummies version then.”
The slight eye roll at Rebecca’s request was not lost on anyone in the room, least of all Rebecca. “The insemination process is such a tightly controlled process that even the slightest deviation raises some eyebrows. Dr. Stein had started rejecting vials of sperm as unusable. He would then request vials that were not marked according to our normal coding system. This happened several times before the technician brought it to my attention. We investigated further and found missing vials of sperm that Dr. Stein could not explain. When he was questioned about it, he couldn’t offer an explanation and in the end, confessed to switching the vials before doing the insemination procedure.”