No answer came from the unconscious woman.
"Heather, we need to find the baby. Where's the baby?"
Heather did not stir. April felt the cold brick of fear in her belly. "Come on back, girl. We need your help here."
It was no use. Heather wasn't coming back.
April tried in Chinese. "Wo shi, Siyue Woo. Ni neng bang wo ge mang ma?"
No response.
Finally, April turned to leave the room. "Whoever did this to you, I'll get him for this," she promised.
Back in the waiting room, Heather's husband was standing in front of his chair. Baum was talking to him and writing down what he said.
"How is she?"
April gave him a look. "She's unconscious."
"How long will she be like this?"
April studied him, didn't have an answer.
Popescu's cheeks were gray, like a dead man's. He glanced at the two cops who'd stuck by his side since he'd come in. Duffy and Prince lounged against a wall as if they were used to hanging around for long periods of time with nothing to do. A baby on someone's lap on the other side of the crowded waiting room started to wail.
Another brick hit April. If it wasn't Heather's baby, whose was it? Who was this man she'd married, and why was he lying? He said he wanted to go home and she had to let him. There wasn't anything they could do for Heather here.
LESLIE GLASS
grew up in New York City, where she worked in the publishing industry and at New York magazine before turning to writing fiction. She is the author of six previous novels, the last three of which have featured New York City Detective April Woo. Visit her web site at
http://www.leslieglass.net
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