Trouble With A Badge. Delores Fossen

snagged both their attention.

      Violet whimpered.

      But it didn’t stay a whimper. The baby started to cry.

      “She’s not hurt,” the medic announced, easing the blanket back around her. “There’s not a scratch or bruise on her.”

      “She could be hungry,” Alexa suggested. “Or just tired.” Heaven knew Alexa was. The exhaustion seemed bone deep now.

      Levi nodded, stared at her. “How much do you know about taking care of a baby?”

      “Nothing,” she admitted.

      Another nod, more softly spoken profanity and he glanced up at the ceiling as if asking for divine assistance. They sure needed it and anything else that would keep Violet safe.

      “Take the baby,” Levi finally said to her. He thanked the medic and picked up the bag of supplies the medic had brought with him. “Mack, we’re leaving,” he called out to the deputy.

      “Where are we going?” Alexa asked, alarmed that Levi was suddenly moving so fast and with a great sense of urgency.

      “Someplace you’re not going to like.” Levi didn’t stop. Maneuvering her along with him, he headed for the exit.