Covert Conception

“I know why you’re here,” Macy said. “I know that you’re pregnant.” She slowly walked to the chair. Sighing deeply, she sank down on the cushion, and she made eye contact with Natalie. “Your sister dropped by about an hour ago and let me know what was going on.”

Natalie should have anticipated that her sister would do that. Kitt was looking out for her. And Kitt was also probably trying to prepare her mother for the shocking news. Judging from her mother’s teary eyes and shaken demeanor, Macy was already on her way to coping. Which was good. Because unfortunately, Rick and she were going to have to press Macy for information.

Macy leaned back against the chair, and Natalie could see that her mother’s perfectly manicured fingers were trembling. “Kitt said you believe you were drugged the night of your birthday party?”

“We were,” Rick verified, his tone tense but somehow still respectful. “I had lab tests done so I have proof of that.”

“So it’s true.” Macy shook her head and swiped at another tear. “I’d prayed it wasn’t true.”

Rick reached over and gently put his hand over hers. “Macy, what do you know about the caterer you hired for Natalie’s party?”

Macy reacted with a sharp gasp, and her eyes widened. “Oh, God. You don’t think…” But she didn’t finish it. She ended with another “Oh, God.”

“We don’t know what to think at this point, but we need the name of the caterer,” Rick pressed. “It’s important that we ask him or her some questions.”

“Of course.” Macy nodded. “It’s Antoine Dupree, but I don’t think he did the work himself. I remember him saying he was going to have to subcontract because he was busy with a wedding.”

That was not what Natalie wanted to hear. If the caterer had indeed hired out the work, then it would be another level to dig through to come up with names of possible suspects. It also wouldn’t help if there’d been a huge staff. She couldn’t remember a lot about her own party, but Natalie figured there were at least a half-dozen people working.

Any one of them could have been responsible.

“We know the caterer or someone on his staff would have had the opportunity to put a drug into the food or drinks,” Rick continued. “But what we don’t know is why someone would do this. There have been no blackmail attempts. And judging from the surveillance tapes, no one entered Natalie’s bedroom to take incriminating photos of us. That leaves us with no motive for this crime.”

“Did the surveillance tapes show you leaving Natalie’s bedroom?” Macy asked. “Or the better question would be—did it show anyone taking you out of there?”

Rick shook his head. “Someone or something jammed the surveillance feed.”

“Kitt said it wouldn’t be that hard to do,” Natalie added. “But that means the person would have known in advance about the security system. In other words, they would have had to bring the jamming equipment with them. Coupled with the drugging, that makes it premeditated.”

When Macy didn’t respond, Natalie asked what both Rick and she needed to know. “Can you think of any reason why the caterer or someone on his staff would want to do this to us?”

“I can think of a reason. A bad reason.” Her voice broke, and Macy stood slowly and made her way to the window. “God help me. I should have told you sooner.”

Natalie froze. She’d wanted to hear her mother’s denial. Any denial. However, this didn’t sound like the start of something like that.

“I’m not really sure if this is all connected. But maybe it is…” Macy turned and faced them. “Your father and I and Rick’s parents were all friends at university together, and we became involved in eugenics research. Specifically, we became involved with the Cyrene Project.”

Natalie repeated those last two words under her breath. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard them. No. As a child, she’d heard her parents say them.

In whispers, sometimes.

Other times, the words had been parts of rather loud arguments.

In fact, Natalie had heard her father mention the Cyrene Project the day he walked out and left his family when she was barely six years old. His leaving had preceded a very bitter divorce. It’d continued to be bitter until her father’s accidental death when she was seventeen.

“The Cyrene Project?” Rick commented, sounding very skeptical and not at all pleased with the topic. “What does this have to do with the drugging?”

“Maybe everything,” Macy said softly. Not her usual drama-queen level of emotion, either. Her voice was small and thin. “The Cyrene Project was an experiment to produce genetically superior babies.”

Natalie had speculated as to what the project was, but she hadn’t even come close in her conjecture.

She stared at her mother and tried to process what she’d just heard.

She couldn’t.

Natalie glanced at Rick, but he didn’t appear to understand this any more than she did. Her mother had been having episodes of odd behavior, and Natalie couldn’t help but wonder if she was having one now.

“Your father and I were paired because our DNA was compatible,” Macy continued a moment later. “That’s why we married. That’s why we had children.”

Rick cursed again. “Macy, you’re not making any sense.”

“I’m making perfect sense,” Macy insisted. “And I’m telling you the truth. Your parents were paired as well, even though they weren’t a couple before. Did you know that your mother was dating your uncle Carlton until the Cyrene Project?”

Rick shrugged. “I knew they’d dated.” He said it in a matter-of-fact tone, but Natalie could see that he was trying to piece all of this together. So was she.

“Your mother agreed to marry your father because he was the most suitable DNA candidate,” Macy insisted. “We wanted superior babies through eugenic matching, and that’s exactly what we got. All of you, including Natalie’s brother and sister, are superior in every way.”

Superior.

Yes, that was true. All four of them had higher-than-average intelligence. All had been better-than-average athletes. Natalie hadn’t really considered that before, but she considered it now.

“All right,” Rick said. He aimed his index finger at Macy. Lowered it. And he started to pace. “For argument’s sake, let’s say this project existed. Actually, it’d explain a lot because heaven knows there wasn’t much love in my parents’ marriage. It was the same for you, Macy. I could see that even though I was just a kid. But what does the Cyrene Project have to do with anything that happened to Natalie and me?”

Macy swallowed hard and lowered her head. “It has everything to do with you. Everything. It’s because of the Cyrene Project that Natalie’s pregnant.”

Chapter Five

To put it mildly, Macy’s revelation floored him.

Rick stopped pacing, and his hands went on his hips. He stared at Macy waiting for more of the explanation. When it didn’t come, he asked, “You’re saying this Cyrene Project is responsible?”

“Yes.” Macy walked to the bar, poured herself a shot of Kentucky bourbon and downed it in one gulp. It took a few deep breaths and a headshake to deal with the straight liquor which had no doubt burned her throat and watered her eyes. “Before you were even born, you two were already paired for the second phase of the project.”

Rick didn’t know whether to continue cursing or to laugh. Judging from Natalie’s expression, she was trying to make the same decision.

This just kept getting crazier and crazier. Which made him wonder—had Macy gone insane? Except she seemed not insane, but adamant.

“That’s the reason I wanted the two of you together when you were younger,” Macy continued. She set the empty glass back on the bar, poured a second shot and drained the liquid. “That’s the reason I pushed so hard with the matchmaking. Not any more though. Not any more.”

“Hell,” Rick mumbled.

Natalie mumbled something similar, and they waited for her mother to continue.

“To the day I die, I’ll regret that I ever got involved with the Cyrene Project,” Macy said. “Because of it, I married a man I didn’t love. A man who didn’t love me. And yes, we had three beautiful, intelligent children, but for years I’ve had to live with the fact that I cheated Mother Nature. I don’t think Mother Nature likes it when people do that. She’s punishing me. That’s why I have these horrible headaches. That’s why I can’t sleep, why I hear these voices.”