For the Baby's Sake. Beverly Long

to other agencies. We have a responsibility to these young girls.”

      Sawyer understood responsibility. After all, he’d made it his responsibility to bring in Mirandez. “I’m going to go talk to Liz,” Sawyer said to Robert.

      Robert gave Liz and Carmen another look. “I’ll go with you,” he said.

      When Sawyer reached Liz, he realized that Mary Thorton sat on the bench directly behind her. The young girl looked up when Sawyer and Robert approached. She didn’t smile, frown or show any emotion at all. She just stared at the two of them.

      Sawyer couldn’t help staring back. The girl had on a green shirt and a too-tight orange knit jumper over it. With her big stomach, she looked like a pumpkin. Then the dress moved in ripples.

      Sawyer remembered the first time he’d felt his baby move. It had rocked his world. He’d first put his hand on his girlfriend’s stomach, then his cheek. It had taken another hour for the baby to roll over again, but the wait had been worth it.

      Sawyer stuck his hand out toward Carmen Jimenez. “Ms. Jimenez,” he said. “I’m Detective Montgomery.”

      “Good morning,” she said.

      “This is my partner, Detective Hanson.”

      Robert reached out his own hand. “It’s a pleasure, Ms. Jimenez.” Robert smiled at the woman. It was the same smile Sawyer had seen work very well for Robert in the past.

      Carmen Jimenez didn’t have the reaction that most women had. She nodded politely and shook Robert’s hand so briefly that Sawyer wasn’t sure that flesh actually touched.

      Sawyer turned his attention to Mary, keeping his eyes trained on her face. He didn’t want to make the mistake of looking at her baby again. “Mary.” He spoke quietly. “Where were you at six o’clock this morning?”

      “Sleeping.”

      “Alone?”

      Mary gave him a big smile. “I don’t like to sleep alone.”

      “So, I guess whoever you were sleeping with could verify that you were in bed this morning?”

      “I don’t know. Maybe.”

      “Come on, Mary. Surely he or she would know if you’d slipped out of bed.”

      “Trust me on this, Cop. It wouldn’t be a she.”

      “Didn’t think so,” Sawyer said. “What’s his name?”

      “I can’t tell you.”

      The girl’s eyes had widened, and Sawyer thought her lower lip trembled just a bit. Liz must have seen it, too, because she sat down next to Mary and wrapped her arm around the girl’s shoulders.

      Sawyer deliberately softened his voice. He needed Mary. Hated to admit it but he did. “Mary, we can help you. But we need to know what’s going on. You need to tell us.”

      “I don’t know anything. You’d need to talk to him.”

      “Mirandez?”

      Mary shook her head and frowned at Sawyer.

      “No.”

      “Who, Mary? Come on, it’s important.”

      She hesitated then seemed to decide. “Well, okay. His name is Pooh.”

      “Pooh?”

      “Yeah. Pooh Bear. He’s been sleeping with me since I was six.”

      He heard a laugh. Sawyer whirled around, and Robert suddenly coughed into his hand. Carmen, her dark eyes round with surprise, had her fingers pressed up against her lips. Sawyer looked at Liz. She stared at her shoes.

      Damn. He could taste the bitter metal of the hook. The girl had baited her pole, cast it into the water and reeled him in. It was all he could do not to flop around on the sidewalk.

      “Funny,” he said. “Hope you’re still laughing when you’re sitting behind bars, waiting for a trial.”

      Liz stood up and jerked her head toward the right. “May I speak to you in private, Detective?”

      Sawyer nodded and walked across the street. When he stopped suddenly, Liz almost bumped into him. She was close enough that he could smell her scent. It was a warm, sticky day already, but she smelled fresh and cool, like a walk through the garden on a spring night.

      “Don’t threaten her,” Liz warned. “If you’re going to charge her with something, do it. Otherwise, leave her alone. This can’t be good for her or the baby.”

      Sawyer took a breath and sucked her into his lungs. As crazy as it seemed, it calmed him. “She’s a little fool.”

      “She’s a challenge,” Liz admitted.

      Sawyer laughed despite himself. “Paper-training a new puppy is a challenge.”

      Liz smiled at him, and he thought the world tilted just a bit.

      “I’ll talk to her,” Liz said.

      “How? Isn’t she being referred on?”

      Liz glanced over her shoulder, as if making sure no one was close by. “I’m going to keep seeing her. She needs me.”

      “Your boss is closing shop.”

      “I know. Carmen and I already discussed it. We’ll see clients at my apartment.”

      Calm disappeared. “Are you nuts?”

      She lifted her chin in the air.

      He pointed a finger at her. “You received a threat. Which may or may not have anything to do with the shooting. Which may or may not have anything to do with today’s bomb. Which may or may not have anything to do with Mirandez or Mary or the man in the moon. What the hell are you thinking?”

      “I have to take the chance.”

      She’d spoken so quietly that Sawyer had to lean forward to hear her. “Why?” The woman had a damn death wish.

      “I just have to,” she said.

      Was it desperation or determination that he heard in her tone? All he knew for sure was that nothing he could say was going to change her mind. “When? When are you starting this?” he asked.

      “Mary’s coming to see me tomorrow.”

      Great. That gave him twenty-four hours to figure out how to save them both.