“Okay, so if all this tender concern is being wasted, what about the crime scene? We are talking a crime scene, aren't we, Lindsay?”
“If you mean, did the backyard grill flare up at nine on a Sunday morning? Yeah, I guess you could quote me on that. I thought you were out of touch on this, Cindy.” It always amazed me how quickly she got herself up to speed.
“I'm on it now,” she said. “And while I'm at it, word is that you saved a kid today. You should go home. You've done enough for one day.”
“Can't. We got a few leads. Wish I could talk about them, but I can't.”
“I heard there was a baby stolen out of the house. Some sort of twisted kidnapping?”
“If it is,” I said with a shrug, “they have a new way of handling the potential ransom payers.”
Cappy Thomas stuck his head in. “Lieutenant, M.E. wants to see you. In the morgue. Now.”
Womans Murder Club 3 - 3rd Degree
Chapter 12
LEAVE IT TO CLAIRE, San Francisco's chief medical officer, my best friend of a dozen years, to say the one thing in the midst of this madness that would make me cry. “Charlotte Lightower was pregnant.”
Claire was looking drawn and helpless in her orange sur-gical scrubs. “Two months. Poor woman probably didn't even know herself.”
I don't know why I found that so sad, but I did. Maybe it made the Lightowers seem like more of a family to me, humanized them.
“I was hoping to catch up with you sometime today.” Claire gave me a halfhearted smile. “Just didn't envision it like this.”
“Yeah.” I smiled and wiped a tear from the corner of my eye.
“I heard what you did,” Claire said. She came over and gave me a hug. “That took a lot of guts, honey. Also, you are a dumb bunny, do you know that?”
“There was a moment when I wasn't sure I was going to make it out, Claire. There was all this smoke. It was every-where. In my eyes, my lungs. I couldn't see for shit. I just took hold of that little boy and prayed.”