He nodded. "She told him she hadn't had s*x with you in months. No way it could be your child."
"And now that she's been forced to come clean," I started.
"Problems in Pleasantville," he concluded.
I laughed.
"What's so f*****g funny?" Walters said from over my shoulder.
I turned. He was standing there, fists clenched, anger seething from his clenched fists and jaw to the popped and pulsing veins above his temples.
"What's wrong, Randy? Surprised she lied? Surprised the wife--my wife--that you were sleeping with lied to you, too?"
"Guys," Hall said, interjecting his body between us.
"Settle down," McNally added, his hand gripping my shoulder like a vice.
"And what're you gonna do if Ben's my son?" I continued, leaning over Hall's shoulder and staring into Randy's face. "You gonna
