Okay, I guess it doesn't have to wait until tonight, seeing as how I'm sitting at the computer while my hostess snoozes softly nearby. Trying not to wake her, as it appears she needs a full eight hours of sleep instead of the three that I do. Well, here's part 17, then, so enjoy!!

“Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait,” gasped out Kerry between sucking in lungfuls of air to laugh, “Jesus, my sides hurt! BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Sheila watched him and despite herself, it started to amuse her, too. She giggled, swallowed it, then burst into all-out guffaw like her partner had. Wendy waited patiently until both were done and wiping the tears of mirth from their eyes.
“So,” said Kerry, still chuckling and stifling the harder laughter, “let me see if I got this straight. Jeff is, indeed Janette Parker's aka Marlene Ugg's son. But Lee Ugg. The bastard sitting in there, is not the father despite the only conclusion to be reached from legal documents being that the kid was conceived during the time that his mother was definitely married to said rich inbred? So, now we got yet another mystery within this case? Oh, my achin' ribs...”
“And, hee hee hee, and we get to tell Ugg? Omigawd, this is like Christmas come early!” added Sheila, giggling again.
“Are you two about finished?” asked Wendy with a sigh, “Because there's more to the story than that. The DNA provided in the brush had the same result but that's why we wanted a second sample from a more easily read source. Jeff has XX chromosomes. What with Ugg's surety that he had a daughter, this leads me to believe that our poor, deceased mother had a few tricks up her sleeve. And Ugg has a paternity test that needs to be overturned, that shows he's the father.”
The two detectives sobered.
“Um,” said Sheila, “how exactly is that possible? Did he have it fixed way back when and that's how he got the win in the original custody case?”
“Eleven years ago,” stated the ADA, “1995, to be exact. They were still determining paternity from blood tests at that time. DNA wasn't used for something so mundane. Apparently, the real father has the same blood type as Ugg does. Kind of adds to the whole thing. This is turning into a regular Holmes and Watson style mystery, isn't it?”
Kerry tried to say something, but his mouth still didn't want to open without laughter of some sort spilling out once the dam of his lips parted. So he opened his mouth and giggled, then snorted before slapping both hands over his mouth to hold in the mirth. After a moment, he finally had a handle on it and was able to speak.
“So we get to tell the kid the news, right? I'm pretty sure that if a thirteen-year old kid has a shit-list, Sheila and I are both fairly high on it, just now,” he said, still grinning.
“No, Detectives, I'll deliver the news while you question Mister Ugg on any male employees, relatives, or neighbors that were around in the early days of his failed marriage,” Wendy answered.
Kerry was no longer laughing.