couldn't ever let go of their grudges. Thus she hung on to her tightrope balancing act, nervous as usual and right on the edge of a headlong crash into abject and groveling.
She was a boss now, but still so twitchy about the responsibility she could hardly stand still. A police department was most on the line in the 'B cases'—the ones involving bombs and babies. Things couldn't get more intense or high-profile than this. She knew the department had a very good record with this kind of thing. With snatchings, detectives almost always came up with a scenario and a suspect within thirty-six hours. Same story with abandonment cases—young mothers who left their babies in parks or doorways or Dumpsters, either dead or alive. The babies were discovered quickly, and usually someone came forward with information about the mother. Of course, there were cases where women gave birth in secret and did away with their babies without anyone's finding out because no one, not even their mothers or boyfriends, had known they were pregnant. Those were the real perfect murders, and there were no statistics on how many of
happened in a year.
April tried to breathe evenly while three brass challenged her as if she alone, of all the detectives working the case, had failed the mission. No baby had turned up in the night. The papers were full of it.
Finally, Iriarte nodded at her.
'We had over a hundred people out checking garbage cans in the area and searching in the park last night,' she said. 'We also had officers checking Dumpsters parked outside a construction site two blocks away from where the Popescus live. Came up with two dead cats, that's it.'
Iriarte made a face.
'You have a possible scenario for us, Sergeant? You're a woman,' Captain Johnson said.
'It's not the victim's biological baby, sir. I think the most likely scenario is he was abducted by a brother, father, even husband of the baby's mother. Even by Popescu himself,' April said, ignoring the implicit snickers. 'I don't think Heather Rose could have killed him.'
She got a cold stare in return. 'Why not?'
'First, she was beaten up. That means there had to be at least one other person involved. Second, the baby's stroller is missing.'
Captain Johnson chewed the inside of his cheek. He didn't appear to understand the significance of the missing stroller. All he wanted to know was how to allocate the officers for the day. He glanced at McCarthy, then Iriarte.
'We know about the stroller. We didn't come up with anyone who saw it, sir,' Iriarte told him.
April jumped out on a limb. 'Our guess is that the missing stroller indicates the baby is still alive, and someone has him.'
Johnson seemed to like the idea. It would be better for them if they could find the baby alive. However, he knew it would be a poor idea to slow down the search in case the baby's corpse was in the garbage somewhere and they lost it forever. It would be next to impossible to prosecute later without a body. He wasn't sure what the best policy was here. He didn't want anyone to think he wasn't proactive enough or, on the other hand, that he was too dependent on the judgment of his squad detectives. In cases like this the squad detectives were supposed to direct the investigation and advise him of what they needed. He was supposed to get the manpower and technical support together, either from his precinct or from others in the area. It had been his patrol officer, McMan, who'd called for special units yesterday. Major Cases had already overrun the detective squad and now that the case was looking a lot more like a kidnapping, the FBI wanted in, too. That meant even more people hanging around, getting in the way, and confusing the investigation. Iriarte was not a happy camper. Captain Johnson, with only a few months in this job, was clearly nervous. He addressed the more experienced Captain McCarthy.
'The mayor's office just called. He wants to know what we're doing to resolve this.'
'Yes, sir.' McCarthy smiled. It was an election year.
Johnson struggled to figure out his position. Would it look bad to abandon the search in the park, if they were careful to assure the public they had promising leads in other directions? Or would it look better if they kept a visible presence in place to show how hard they were working on the case? Finally he returned to April.
'The mother's Chinese. You talk Chinese?' he asked her.
'Yes.' April's eyes dropped to her hands as if the change of subject meant the still-missing infant was her fault and hers alone. Then she wanted to smack herself for tipping over to meek.
'She speak Chinese?' Captain Johnson again.
'She's American-born, went to college,' April said, trying not to flush.
'What's the culture on this? Didn't a Chinese couple kill their twelve-year-old daughter down in the Fifth recently? This a common thing among the Chinese?'
'This is not a Chinese thing, sir. The baby's father is Caucasian. The birth mother may well be, too.' April knew he was pushing her buttons.
'So maybe having to take care of a white baby set her off,' Johnson said, still going for the mother.
April became aware of Iriarte scowling beside her. His matchstick mustache twitched with anger. It was
privilege to torture his people. 'I remember the case you're referring to,' he said smoothly. 'I believe it turned out there was no evidence that the Chinese family was involved in their daughter's death.'
'I was talking to the sergeant.' Johnson's eyes narrowed.
And he certainly had made his point. The culture question kept nagging at April. An ache in the pit of her stomach reminded her that when she'd checked the light outside the front door last night, she'd found the bulb had been unscrewed. Her parents had taken off without telling her. She felt anxious about what they were up to.
'So what do you want to do, Sergeant? It's your case.' Iriarte slapped her hard with the responsibility.
'I think we have to look for Popescu's girlfriend and the missing stroller.'
'You want to slow down the search in the park?'
April nodded. She'd be dead in the water if she was wrong and three days from now someone found the abandoned stroller in a playground uptown and the baby's body floating among the rowboats in the Central Park Lake. 'And hope Heather will wake up and tell us something.'
'Fine, get going.'
'Yes, sir.' April exited the commander's office and climbed slowly up the stairs to the squad room.
In a dark mood, she opened the door to her office— it was empty at the moment—and saw a document was back on her desk unchanged that she hadn't approved a half-hour ago. She picked it up and marched into the squad room, still under siege and noisy, to find Detective Rudner.
His skinny butt was planted on the edge of Hage-dorn's desk because his own was occupied, and he was calmly chewing the fat with the computer expert as if the last thing he'd ever do was try to pull a fast one. April jerked her chin at him.
'Hey, Charlie,' Rudner said to Hagedorn, then shoved off the desk and followed her.
April shook her head and closed her office door. 'Bertie, you try to use this in court, and they'll sentence
She handed the form back to him. 'I need to be able to visualize what happened here. What'd the guy do? Where was he positioned when he threatened you with a knife? Which hand held the knife? What size was the knife? Who was with him? The whole thing.' The piece of crap he'd given her looked as if it had been written by a first-grader. Rudner was a detective with enough experience to know better.
'Aw come on, it's fine.' He was a tall, lean blond with a red nose. The nose looked suspicious to her. Guy had red eyes, too. He was probably acting out because he was pissed at getting the scut work instead of the major case.
'Have a big night last night?' She glanced out the window in the door at Baum, who'd just come into the squad room and was watching her with his antennae vibrating.
Rudner shook his head. 'Allergy. All those trees and bushes in flower . . . man, it's really killing me.' He sneezed to demonstrate how miserable he was.
'You taking anything for that?' Anything alcoholic? She was his supervisor. It was her job to be suspicious.
He shook his head again. 'Nah, none of that stuff works.'
'You sure that guy last night had a knife?' April was back on the arrest form. If it was a proper arrest, she
