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English Girl in New York(28)

By:Scarlet Wilson


;That's it.' She was across the room in a flash, a little light going on  in her brain. ;A safe bet. Don't you get it?' She grabbed hold of his  arms.

;Get what?'

Her frustration was mounting. ;Dan, I knew you were a cop-even though  you'd never spoken to me. I saw you every day in your uniform. Walking  along this street and into our apartment building.'

;So?' A wrinkle appeared on his brow.

;So!' Her face was inches from his. The compassion in her eyes more  prominent than anything he'd ever seen. ;What's a safer bet than a cop?  If you had to leave a baby at anyone's door, who would you choose, Dan?  Who would you choose?'

A horrible feeling of realisation started to wash over his skin. A horrible feeling that he'd missed something really important.

;You think the baby was left here because someone knew I was a cop?'

;I know he was. Think about it, Dan. It makes perfect sense. If I wanted  to keep my baby safe-and couldn't tell anyone about it-where safer than  at a cop's door.'

;But who? Who would do something like that?'

Their eyes met. It was as if a mutual thought had just appeared in their  heads. One that left a sinking feeling in his stomach. But Carrie  wasn't about to stand back and leave things unsaid. Leave possibilities  unchallenged.

She looked at Abraham again and tried to keep the tremble from her  voice. ;Dan, is there any chance-any possibility at all-that Abraham  could be your baby?'

;What? No! Of course not.' There was pain in her eyes. Hurt there for  him to see. It didn't matter to her how painful the suggestion was,  Abraham came first. She was thinking only of him.

It was there, in that split second, that he knew. Carrie McKenzie was  the girl for him. He loved her, with his whole heart. The past few days  had let deep emotions build, heartbreaking secrets revealed by both of  them.

But as he looked at her flushed face, her blue eyes trying to mask the  pain she didn't want him to see, her teeth biting her plump bottom lip  as she tried to digest his answer, he absolutely knew. This was a woman  who was prepared to push her feelings aside for a child she had no  responsibility for, no connection with. If he pulled her to the side  right now and told her there was a strong likelihood that Abraham was  his-even though that wasn't a possibility-he knew she would just nod  quietly and say nothing. All for the sake of the child.

The one thing he'd never been able to do-connect with a woman-he'd found  here, in his own home and right on his doorstep. His fractured  relationship with his mother had made him erect barriers even he  couldn't see. But here, and now, with Carrie McKenzie, they were gone.  She wasn't shying away from him because he'd been an abused child. She  was only trying to understand him better.         

     



 

;Are you sure?' She was struggling with the words, trying to be steady and rational even though he knew inside she wasn't.

It only took a step to reach her and touch her cheek-no, cradle her  cheek in his hand. ;I promise you, Carrie. There's no chance that  Abraham is mine. That's not why he's been left here.'

There were tears brimming in her eyes. Tears of relief? She let the air  out of her lungs with a little whoosh. Her bottom lip was trembling and  he ached to kiss her. But it wasn't the time. They were on the precipice  of something here. The precipice of something for them and something  for Abraham. And they both had too much duty and responsibility to know  what came first.

He didn't ever want to do that to her again. He didn't ever want to do  anything to cause Carrie McKenzie even a second of hurt, a second of  pain. Once was enough. She was far too precious to him for that.

She looked at him with her big blue eyes, words hovering on her lips,  before she broke eye contact and looked down at the floor. Anything they  had to say to each other would have to wait, if just for a few hours.  She lifted her head again. ;Then it must be someone else, Dan. Someone  that knows you're a cop and trusts you.'

He tried to rack his brain. ;I just can't think, Carrie. Most of my  friends don't stay around here. And none of them are pregnant.' He  glanced towards the window again. ;And the snow might be beginning to  clear now, but it was thick on Monday night. It could only have been  someone around here, someone local....' His voice tailed off and he  pressed his hand against the window.

;What if it isn't a friend, Dan? What if it's a neighbour? Or someone  you've come into contact with because of your job? Is there anyone  around here you've been called out to see?'

;I usually work in the middle of the city. I've only ever covered a few  shifts down here. It doesn't do any good covering your own patch.'

;Who did you get called out to see when you visited? Anyone that sticks in your mind?'

He felt the blood rush from his head right down to his toes. He could be sick, right now, all over the floor.

He made a mad dash for the phone, pressing the numbers furiously. ;It's Daniel Cooper. I need to speak to the captain. Now!'

;Dan, what is it? What have you remembered?'

He shook his head. He didn't have time for small talk. All he could do  was pray that some of the roads had cleared and help would be available  if needed.'

;Captain, it's Dan. This baby? Yes, he's fine. But I think I know who  put him here. Look up Mary and Frank Shankland.... Yes, that's them. A  list of domestics as long as your arm. Last time I was there, she was  pregnant, he was mad and he'd beat her so badly she lost the baby. Told  her if she ever got pregnant again, he'd do the same.'

Carrie's hand flew to her mouth. ;Oh, no! That's awful.'

Dan lifted his hand to silence her as he listened to the other end of  the phone. ;That's why she was unprepared. She couldn't buy anything for  this baby or else he might notice. She must have hidden her pregnancy  from him. How are the roads? Can you send a unit? I'm going there. Now.'

He slammed down the phone and headed straight for the door. ;Wait, Dan,  you can't go there alone. Look at your hand-you're already injured. How  will you be able to protect her with a broken wrist?'

He spun around, his eyes furious. ;I can't, no, I won't wait another  second, Carrie. Why didn't I think of this? After what he did to Mary  the last time, we'll be lucky if she's still alive.' He pointed over to  the crib. ;Take care of Abraham. Take care of Abraham for his mother.  And just pray I get there in time.'

And in an instant he was gone.





CHAPTER ELEVEN

IT WAS THE longest two hours of Carrie's life. Every time she heard a  siren her heart was in her mouth. Every time she heard the start-up of a  car engine she would run to the window to peer outside.

Abraham was perfect. He fed and winded like a little dream. It was as if  he knew how stressed and on edge she was. The noise of the snow plough  coming down the street nearly tipped her over the edge. Most of the snow  was starting to melt and it merely ploughed the dirty slush ahead of  it.

Finally, there was a flashing blue light and the sound of a door slamming. She ran and opened Dan's apartment door.

There was a scuff mark on his cheek, as if he'd hit a wall. And his  clothes, although still intact, were definitely rumpled. As if someone  had clutched them in a tight grip.         

     



 

Behind him, a uniformed officer was lurking, obviously waiting to hear  their interaction. She couldn't stop herself. With Abraham in one arm,  her other was wrapped around Dan's neck in an instant. ;Are you okay?  Are you hurt? What about Abraham's mother? Please tell me that she's  okay?'

Dan turned and nodded to the other cop. ;Give me five minutes, Ben. I'll  be right out.' It was then Carrie noticed the baby car seat in Ben's  hands. He nodded at Dan, and left it sitting next to the door.

Dan closed the door and leaned against it for a few seconds, catching  his breath, before finally leaning over and dropping a kiss first on  Abraham's head and then on Carrie's.

He walked over to the sofa and put his head in his hands.

Her heart was breaking for him. It was obvious he was blaming himself  for this. Even though it had been entirely out of his control.

She sat next to him, the length of her thigh in contact with his. Even  the slightest touch gave her a little comfort. But she couldn't find the  patience to wait. Two hours had been long enough. She had to know. She  had to know Abraham still had a mother.

;What happened, Dan? Does Abraham belong to Mary Shankland?'

He nodded and lifted his head from his hands. His eyes were heavy with  fatigue and strain. ;It was just as I suspected. She hid the pregnancy  and gave birth in secret. She knew she would have to hide him from  Frank, and thought she would have made it to a women's shelter or a  hospital. But everything conspired against her.' He held up his hands.  ;The weather. The snow. Then Abraham came four weeks early. She was  desperate. She didn't know what to do. Frank was at the pub and was due  home any minute. She didn't have time to pack up the kids and leave, and  they didn't have anywhere to go.' He shook his head in frustration.  ;She couldn't even get through to emergency services.'

;So she left the baby here, with you?' Carrie wrinkled her nose. ;Why  didn't she ring the bell? Why didn't she ask for your help?'