Street Dreams

8

Ididn’t get a chanceto check up on the blood work.” “Okay.” Dad didn’t say more. He was expecting my next request.

I shifted my cell from one ear to the other. “I don’t suppose you’d like to make a phone call to the hospital?”

“Cindy, it’s not my place. Also, maybe Van Horn placed a call. Did you check?”

I knew Greg was twelve hours away from vacation time… not a chance. “I don’t think so. I just thought it would sound more official coming from a lieutenant. But you’re right. I’ll make my own call. Get my own feet wet, right?”

“Why don’t you coordinate with Detective Van Horn?”

“I will in two weeks, when he comes back from vacation.” Silence over the phone. The Loo wasn’t rescuing me. “It was nice seeing you this morning, Daddy.”

A long sigh breathed over the line. “What did you do after breakfast?”

“I went to Mid-City High School per your suggestion. It was a good one.” I related the conversation I had with Carisse and Rhiannon. Decker picked up on the blond hair as well.

“If Rhiannon could tell she had blond hair, it means to me that the woman probably has access to a shower or bath. Any idea of the age?”

“No.”

Decker said, “If there’s something off about her, maybe instead of homeless shelters, you should try looking into vocational schools for the developmentally disabled. Maybe the girl was well cared for, but retarded.”

“That would be so sad,” I said. “A retarded girl giving birth in the back alley of Hollywood. She must be so frightened. And what kind of chance does the kid have?”

“Some people are remarkable survivors.” A pause. “I’m talking to one of them.”

I felt myself smiling. “Funny, Decker. I was going to say the same thing.”

After such an extraordinary night, I was glad that my shift contained the usual suspects: drunks, hookers, hustlers, and other various and sundry miscreants. I rode with my sometimes partner-Graham Beaudry-who wavered between hours on the Day and Evening watch. He was one of the few men in the department whom I didn’t absolutely distrust.

Tonight was made up of banal traffic tickets and motorist warnings sandwiched in between other “hot” incidents. On the plate were a couple of alcohol-related domestics, a hysterical wife who had blown up her stove, a bad fender bender that sent a couple of people to Adventist (they would be okay), and a missing teen who turned out to be sniffing glue in her boyfriend’s garage apartment.

I finished my shift at eleven, and because the station house was so close to Mid-City Pediatric, I figured I’d take a chance and try to find out something about the baby’s blood work. I knew that Koby was my best bet for information, but I didn’t want to give the guy the impression that I was stalking him. But if I saw him, well, what could I do? And if I couldn’t get any information on the abandoned infant, perhaps I could just hold her in my arms again. Like Marnie the elfin nurse had said, babies thrive on human contact.

After checking in at the front desk, I was allowed to go up to the neonatal ward. Marnie wasn’t on shift, but Koby was. He was wearing a white coat over a denim shirt and jeans. He saw me through tired eyes and his face lit up.

“You are here. I hope it’s me and not hospital coffee.”

I smiled. “Have you gone home since last night?”

“Why? I look that tired?”

“You look fine.”

“I’m sure I don’t. Two people called in sick. I do a double shift, working with five hours of sleep.”

“That’s rough.”

“I can manage. You look lovely.”

“Thank you. I like the white coat. Very eminent.”

He smiled. “Almost like a real doctor, no?”

I felt myself getting warm. “I didn’t mean it that way at all.”

“I am teasing you because you blush so easily. I find it charming.”

“To me, it’s just annoying.”

“You are forced to wear your emotions. I can hide behind my dark complexion. I wear the white coat because I just finished up a teaching seminar with a group of nursing students from one of the colleges. USC, I think.” He checked his watch. “I finish maybe fifteen minutes ago.”

“This late?”

“Night classes… it’s part of the curriculum. I take them on rounds… the hands-on approach. Of course, all it does is scare them.” He rolled his eyes. “The hospital likes us to wear white coats instead of scrubs when we lecture. It’s ridiculous-first the scrubs, then the coat, then back to the scrubs. I change so much, I should be on a catwalk.”

I laughed.

“Your smile is so nice. And what are your plans?”

“I just got off work. After my stop here, I’m going home.”

“A pity. I won’t be off until six in the morning. Two camels passing through the night.”

“Are you going to be up for tomorrow’s lunch?”

“Yes, most certainly.Pleasedon’t cancel on me.”

“No problem.” I lowered my voice. “I have a favor to ask you.”

He chuckled. “What can I help you with, Cindy?”

I patted his shoulder. “You’re very nice. They’ve done lab work on the infant I brought in, right?”

“You were there when I draw the blood. What’s on your mind?”

“Is there any marker in her blood that would suggest that she is of one race or another? I’m trying to search for the mother, and the only lead I have so far is a blond white woman. The baby doesn’t look Caucasian to me.”

“That is because she isn’t, and I don’t need a lab to tell you that. She is of mixed blood-black and white.”

“Why not Hispanic?”

“The skin tone is different, and the features don’t suggest it. Hispanic infants just don’t look like she does. The thicker lips, the flaring nostrils, the broad forehead-suggestive of African blood, but it’s not as pronounced. My own siblings are mixed race. It’s not so hard for me to spot.”

“So if the mother is white…”

“Yes, it means the father is black.”

“Thanks, Koby. You’ve been a big help.”

He smiled, but it was tinged with uneasiness. He appeared to be wrestling with something.

“What?” I said. “You’re not supposed to be talking to me? Don’t worry. I won’t say anything.”

He looked around, then beckoned me into an empty hospital room. He closed the door. We were alone, but no sexual electricity this time. He was all business. “The baby. She has pronounced spatulate thumbs. I notice it as soon as she came in.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means her thumbs are short and look like spoons. Also, her eyes. It’s hard to tell because she’s a newborn, but I thought I detect epicanthic folds. I pointed it out to the resident. She agrees with my observations.”

“Okay. And they are significant because…”

“They may not be significant. We’ll know when the chromosomes are looked at.”

“Chromosomes?”

“Possibly the baby has Down’s syndrome.”

My heart dropped. “Down’s syndrome?”

“Possibly.”He smiled sadly. “I’m not sure, Cindy. I could be wrong.”

“Why don’t I expect that to be the case?”

“You’re saddened, I understand. But I see it differently. The child is different, this is true, but basically she’s healthy.” He laid a large hand on my shoulder. “So much sickness here. Life has thrown all these families curveballs. She still needs love. Hopefully, we’ll find a home that will take care of her special needs. I’m only telling you this because you are looking for the parents. If I am right-and maybe I am not-you might want to keep this private information in mind when you do your search.”

Of course, that was why he was bending the rules. Not to sadden me, but to help in my quest. The parents might be normal looking, but maybe one of them was Down’s as well. I was more determined than ever to find my little baby’s parents.

“When will the results come in?”

“Maybe tomorrow. I’ll tell you when I know something definite.”

Mixed race and one of the parentsmightbe Down’s. I knew a lot more going out than I did coming in. And wasn’t that the purpose of this visit?

“Can I hold her, Koby?”

“It’s a very busy night, Cindy.”

I stood my ground. He exhaled. “I give you five minutes. And that includes the time it takes to suit up.”

“I’m a very fast dresser.”

“Come.” He led me into the office that adjoined the nursery. He watched me with intensity as I donned the paper suit, observing my every move, but this time his eyes were not at all hungry. They held an expression of wariness. I asked him what was wrong.

He said, “You are getting attached to her, Cindy. Watch yourself or you’ll be in for a broken heart.”

“The question is, how do younotget attached to them?”

His smile was a plaintive memory. “After many broken hearts, you learn.”