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"I guess now we know why you were throwing up in the first photo," Jacob said. "Though why you'd want that photographed I can't imagine. You never told me that you had a child."

Stacy's feeling of shock had worn off enough by now for her to temporise with "You never asked me". Meanwhile she was thinking: I have a child?! Where is it? Who's looking after it? Is it all right? I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl, let alone its name. I couldn't have had it adopted, could I? Who's the father? It couldn't have been that crazy mugger, could it? But if not, then how did he come by the photos?

"I imagine that you'll want to wait to talk to this guy when he comes round, and find out where he obtained those pictures," Jacob said. "Though given how stoned he seemed to be, you may not be able to get any sense out of him."

1. "Yes," Stacy said.
2. But Stacy was suddenly filled with a feeling of dread that she might find out some very unwelcome things about herself, such as that she was the sort of mother who would abandon her small child. "No," she said. "Let's go."
3. Just then, the man groaned. He was coming round.

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