Stealing Time

April felt sorry for him. It wasn't uncommon for people to get crazy when someone they loved was hurt. 'The doctors are checking her out. No one can go in.'

'But I don't

want

anyone to touch her without my being in the room. I'm her husband.'

'I understand, but—'

'I won't have any emergency room doctor playing around with my wife.' Popescu's panic screamed out of his voice. 'I forbid them to do anything to her, working on her face—or, or . . .'

'Can you tell me what happened, sir?'

Popescu gave her a crazed look. 'Somebody broke into my apartment and took my baby.' His voice cracked. 'He's only three weeks old.'

'How did you find out?'

He looked surprised at the question. 'I came home. I found her—'

'What time was that?' April had her notebook out.

'Three-thirty.'

'Is that a usual time for you to come home?'

'What kind of question is that? I came home because I knew something was wrong.'

'How did you know?'

'I called and called. When she didn't answer the phone, I knew something was wrong. And I was right.' He pounded his fist against his hand. 'I was right. Heather was on the floor. There was blood all over the place. At first I thought the blood was the baby's. Then, I realized the baby wasn't

there

—' His hands flew to his face. 'Oh God, you've got to let me in to see her. I need to be with her.'

'They have to clean her up first and X-ray her for broken bones. It's procedure.'

'She's all right. I know she's all right. It's just a cut on her head. It bled a lot, that's all. These goons restrained me physically. That guy put me in a ham-merlock. I almost choked to death.' Popescu pointed accusingly at the offender.

April glanced at Duffy. He stuck the wad of gum in his cheek and gave his head a barely perceptible shake.

No way.

'I don't want her to stay here. I want her to come home with me. I'm sure she's all right.' Popescu was raving. April figured him for a lawyer.

She took some notes on her steno pad, frowned at

Baum to do the same. The first things people said were often important. The new kid on the block, Baum, dutifully followed her example.

Years ago, when April first joined the department and worked in Chinatown, she'd jotted some Chinese characters along with her notes in English on the steno pads the DAs called Rosarios. The DA on the case had gone nuts when he asked for her Rosario and saw the Chinese characters she'd written there. He told her nothing she wrote in Chinese counted and not to do it again. Now her notes were pretty much in English even though she missed the calligraphy practice.

Husband reports wife didn't answer the phone. He went home to check on her. When he got home at 3:30, his wife was unconscious and the baby was missing. The stains on his shirt are probably his wife's blood.

He would have tried to revive her, of course. Unless he'd injured himself and some of the blood was his. She kept her face blank; she didn't want to let him know she was wondering what kind of man kept such close tabs on his wife that he had to go home when she didn't answer the phone.

April and Baum saw the red-haired lady signal them. April tried to distract Popescu. 'You want some coffee or something, Mr. Popescu? Officer Duffy could get you something while you're waiting.'

'Where are you going?' he demanded.

'Detective Baum and I will be right back,' she told him.

Popescu tried to follow them, but Duffy and Prince blocked the way. Their size and the clanking police equipment hanging on their hips convinced him to stay where he was. April didn't wait to hear what he had to say to them.

CHAPTER 4

T

reatment room 3 was guarded by another uniform. A woman carrying a clipboard and wearing a white coat over blue scrubs came out before April could question him. Mary Kane, M.D., the woman's name tag said she was. The plastic picture ID clipped to her coat read the same. Dr. Mary Kane had a square jaw, blunt-cut wheat-brown hair, and the kind of eyes April's mother called devil eyes—washed-out blue without lashes or much expression. Dr. Kane looked about twelve, but April couldn't complain about that because both she and Woody did, too.

April showed the doctor her own identification. 'I'm Sergeant Woo; this is Detective Baum. What can you tell me about Mrs. Popescu?'

Dr. Kane shook her head. 'She's unconscious.' She glanced quickly at Baum, then looked April up and down. 'Maybe you can help.'

'How badly hurt is she?'

'She has contusions, couple of cracked ribs. He must have kicked her. Lump on her head. Her skull isn't fractured. But she's bruised all over. Weird.'

'What's weird?' Baum asked.

April gave him a look.

'Some of the bruises are fresh. Others look like they're a few weeks old. And we have a chart on her. She's been here before.'

'Did she have her baby here?' this from April.

Dr. Kane shook her head.

April pulled out her Rosario. 'What was she here for on previous occasions?' she asked. Baum knew not to interfere this time.

The doctor checked the chart. 'A third-degree burn. A cut—fifteen stitches on her arm. Sprained an ankle twice. She seems to fall down a lot.' She recited the list with a face devoid of emotion.

April wrote some more. 'Anybody call the police to check it out?' Heather Rose Popescu wasn't so lucky; but maybe April Woo and Woody Baum would get lucky and there'd be no kidnapped baby in this case. Maybe the mother hadn't been feeling well, had given the baby to a relative for the afternoon, and the assault had come from the husband.

The doctor's square face took on a belligerent expression. 'I couldn't say anything about the follow-up. The chart indicates they were localized injuries— one site each time, nothing major. Not the pattern we would associate with abuse. I'm not aware of any requirement for reporting a cooking burn, a sprained ankle, that kind of thing. There's a note in the file that Mrs. Popescu has a neurological problem being dealt with by a private physician.'

'Was it checked out?'

'Not if she wasn't admitted. Look, you're the detectives, we're ER. You want to try talking with her now?' It seemed as if Dr. Kane was one of those doctors who didn't like cops.

'In a minute. Is there anything else you can tell me?'

'I don't know.' Finally she focused on April. 'Maybe we've got a mental case here. If she's self-destructive, that would explain the previous injuries

on her chart. She could have made up a story about a baby.'

'Then her husband is a mental case, too. He says there was a baby this morning, and now it's gone.'

'Maybe the baby was adopted,' the doctor went on.

'They put it up for adoption? This morning?' April frowned.

'No, the woman here

adopted