A Dangerous Game. Heather Graham

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      And this woman certainly looked like she needed help. Her eyes were huge and as dark as the clothing she was wearing as she stared at Kieran with a look of despair.

      “All right, let me see what I can do. You seem distraught,” Kieran said, and winced—wow. Stating the obvious. “I can get you to a hospital. I can call for help—”

      “No. No.” The woman suddenly thrust the bundle she’d held so closely into Kieran’s arms. “Here!”

      Kieran instinctively accepted it. Reflex? She wasn’t sure why.

      It began to cry. And writhe. Of course. The bundle was a baby.

      “Ma’am, please—Hey!” Kieran protested.

      The woman had turned and was fleeing out the door. “Wait! Hey!” Kieran cried. She reached immediately for the phone, hoping that she’d be in time to reach the building’s security desk.

      Ralph Miller answered the phone at the lobby desk. “Hey, pretty girl. What are you still doing at work? I’ve got a few hours to go, and then I am out of here. I hear that the Danny Boys are playing at Finnegan’s tonight. Can’t believe your brother snagged them. I would have thought that you’d have gotten out early—”

      “Ralph, listen, please! There’s a woman who was just up here, and she ran out. Can you stop her from leaving the building?”

      The baby wailed in earnest.

      “What?”

      “There’s a woman in black—”

      “In black, yeah. She just left.”

      “Stop her—catch her! Now.”

      “I can’t hear you, Kieran. I hear a baby crying. A baby! Whose baby is it?”

      “Ralph! Get out in the street and get that woman!”

      “What?”

      “Go catch that woman!”

      “Oh! Gotcha! I’m gone.”

      She hung up, then quickly dialed 9-1-1.

      Emergency services probably couldn’t move quickly enough to help, since no matter how quickly they arrived, the woman was already on the run.

      She was running on the busy streets of New York City where rush hour was a swarm of humanity in which to get completely lost. But Kieran still explained the situation, where she was. The operator was efficient; cops would quickly be out. Child Services would arrive.

      But no matter. The woman would get away.

      Kieran tried to hold and rock and soothe the baby while dialing Craig Frasier.

      If you were living with an FBI agent, it made sense to call him under such circumstances, especially since he—like Ralph—would want to know why she was working so late when the Danny Boys were playing at Finnegan’s. To Craig, it was still a normal night—and a Friday night! A nice, normal Friday night—something that would be very nice to enjoy, given their chosen professions.

      “Hey, Kieran,” Craig said. “Are you already at the pub?”

      She apparently wasn’t good at rocking and soothing and trying to talk on the phone all at the same time. The baby was still crying. Loudly.

      “No, I—”

      “Whose kid is that? I can’t hear a word you’re saying!”

      “I’m still at work. Can you come over here, now, please?”

      “Uh—yeah, sure.”

      Kieran hung up the phone. She didn’t know what Ralph was doing; she didn’t know where the police were. She glanced down at the baby as she hurried from the office, ready to hit the streets herself. How old was the tiny creature? It was so small!

      Yet—nice lungs!

      Was the woman in black the mother?

      She had looked older. Perhaps fifty. Too old for an infant.

      Ralph wasn’t at the desk; Kieran heard sirens, but as yet no police had arrived.

      Bursting out onto the New York City rush hour sidewalk, she looked right and left. There, far down the block, she thought she saw the woman.

      “Hey!” Kieran shouted.

      Despite the pulsing throng of humanity between them, the woman heard her. She turned.

      There was something different about her now.

      The way she moved. The way she looked, and the expression on her face.

      She didn’t try to run. She just stared at Kieran, and then seemed to stagger toward her.

      Kieran clutched the screaming infant close to her breast and thrust her way through the people; luckily, she was a New Yorker, and she knew how to push through a rush hour crowd when necessary.

      The woman was still staggering forward. Kieran was closing the gap.

      “Listen, I’ll help you, I’ll help the baby! It’s all right...”

      It wasn’t in any way all right.

      The woman lurched forward, as if she would fall into Kieran’s arms, if Kieran had just been close enough.

      She wasn’t.

      The woman fell face-first down onto the sidewalk.

      That’s when Kieran saw the knife protruding from the woman’s back and the rivulets of blood suddenly forming all around her and joining together to create a crimson pool.

      * * *

      Babies tended to be adorable—and this baby was especially so. In fact, Kieran wasn’t sure she’d ever seen an ugly baby, but she had been assured by friends that they did exist.

      This little girl, though, had a headful of auburn ringlets and huge blue eyes. Kieran had heard that all babies had blue eyes, but she didn’t know if that was true or not. Sadly, she just didn’t know a lot about babies; she was one in a family of four children herself, yes, but she and her twin brother, Kevin, were only a couple of years behind their older brother and one year older than their younger brother.

      Actually, this beautiful baby looked as if she could fit right in with their family. Each of the Finnegan siblings had a form of red hair and blue or green or blue-green eyes. Kieran’s own were blue, and her hair was a deep red.

      “They say it’s the Irish,” she said softly to the little one in her arms. “But I don’t think that you’re Irish!”

      Talking to the baby made sense at the moment; FBI Special Agent Craig Frasier, the love of her life and often partner in crime—solving crime, not committing it!—had arrived shortly after the police. The medical examiner СКАЧАТЬ