“Oh my God.” Scooter stared at the picture, then snatched it up. “Holy…Mary-Alice Deborah Stahl, why the fuck wouldn’t you tell someone?”
Andy sighed. “Okay, that…alters the landscape a little,” he admitted. He pointed at Scooter. “She’s still a bitch, though. Why would she essentially blackmail you for money and risk all the many extremely unpleasant things I could have my lawyers do to her in revenge rather than just admit she needed help? Because she’s a bitch.” He eyed Jess. “No bead on the father?”
Jess shook her head. “Couldn’t find a record of a marriage license, and the birth certificate lists no father. Her name is Isabelle Stahl, no middle name.”