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WASHINGTON MEMORIAL HOSPITAL
WASHINGTON, D.C.
MONDAY AFTERNOON
Four people were hovering over Kara Moody when Sherlock walked into her room, Dr. Hamshaw, who’d delivered Alex, Philly Adams, and two Metro detectives. One of the detectives was asking Kara a question, but she only shook her head back and forth, hugging herself as she rocked in her chair, tears rolling down her cheeks. Sherlock introduced herself, showed her creds to everyone. Dr. Hamshaw said to her, “I gave Ms. Moody some Versed to calm her. Unfortunately she’s more sensitive to the drug than most and it’s nearly blanked her out. She’ll be doing better in a few minutes.” She leaned down and took Kara’s pulse, checked her pupils.
Sherlock studied Kara’s blank face, the streak of tears she couldn’t seem to control. Her dark hair was hooked behind her ears, hanging loose to her shoulders. Her eyes were blue, not unlike Sherlock’s, but darker, turbulent, her lashes absurdly long. She was twenty-seven, a lovely young woman despite her swollen eyes. Sherlock didn’t think the injection had really deadened her pain. She asked to be left alone with Ms. Moody and waited until the four had filed out. She went down on her knees beside Kara’s chair, took a Kleenex out of her pocket, and wiped the tears from Kara’s face. She took her hand and said slowly, “Kara, I’m Agent Sherlock. Dillon Savich is my husband. You and I met briefly at the hospital yesterday.” She waited.
Slowly, Kara turned drugged eyes to her face. “I remember you, your red hair. It’s beautiful, your hair. You and Dillon are both agents?”
“That’s right. We work together.” She leaned close, squeezed her hand. “Versed is a wonderful drug, but too much of it and you’re floating off with Peter Pan, not tethered to the world. Do you know where you are, Kara?”
Kara frowned at her and whispered, her voice thin, insubstantial, “I don’t see Peter Pan, but yes, this does feel a little bit like never-never land, kind of filmy and blurred. I was hoping for a peaceful green island, blue ocean all around it.”
Kara looked away from Sherlock, toward the window.
Sherlock said quietly, “Alex will need you soon, Kara, and that means you have to come back; you have to be ready to take care of him. He’ll need you just as I need you now.”
Kara looked back at Sherlock, ran her tongue over her dry lips. “Imagine, you’re Dillon’s wife. I remember now, you saved so many people that day at JFK. I’ve never been a heroine.”
“You’re wrong about that, Kara. Both Dillon and I admire you immensely. You were alone and a madman forced his way into your house, yet you were calm and focused because you knew you had to be to protect Alex. And then you went into labor.”
Sherlock felt Kara squeeze her hand, a small movement, but she felt it, just as she heard the whispered thank-you. She felt compassion mixed with hot fury. She couldn’t imagine what she would have done if someone had stolen Sean—out of the hospital nursery where even she, a hard-nosed FBI agent, had trusted everyone to keep him safe.
Sherlock leaned in. “Kara, it’s time to say goodbye to never-never land and bring yourself back to me. Blink your eyes, that’s it, and don’t look away from me. You have to help me find Alex. Can you tell me what happened?”
“Yes, I can do that.” Kara shook her head to clear her brain. Sherlock saw her fingers pulling on a loose thread of the afghan spread over her hospital gown.
She told Sherlock about the nurse who’d come in to take Alex, how she’d come back carrying Alex and laid him in the bassinet. “She assured me everything was fine, he was a champ, and he even slept through the treatment and he was still sleeping. I should be patient and let him sleep, and she left.
“I tried to be patient, but I couldn’t wait, you know? Well, maybe ten minutes and then I had to see him, had to hold him. I’d let him sleep if he wanted to. So I got out of bed and walked over to the bassinet to get him.” Her voice fell off a cliff, her breathing hitched.
Sherlock squeezed her hand to bring her back. “The nurse, she was carrying him?”
Kara nodded. Another tear slid down her cheek. “How could she do this? How could anyone do this?” She fell silent, twisting her hands, whispered, “I was so happy. Alex was healthy and he was mine. Even that awful thing that happened to me, that crazy man, none of it mattered. Everything was about Alex.”
She went still, began shaking her head back and forth. Then she whispered, stumbling, as if saying the words aloud would make her believe them. “Alex wasn’t—he wasn’t there. It was a pile of blankets and towels, but Alex wasn’t there.”
Sherlock wanted to hug her, to weep with her, but she managed to keep her voice matter-of-fact. “Stay with me, Kara. The nurse who took him, had you seen her before?”
“I didn’t really look at her or at her name tag, but I do know I hadn’t seen her before.”
Sherlock brought up a photo on her cell phone from the security video Savich had uploaded to the CAU. “Is this the woman?”
Kara stiffened all over. “Yes, that’s her. How could she? She was nice; she was friendly. How could she steal my baby? Who is she? What’s her name?”
“We’ll know soon who she is. You told Dillon she had a limp.”
“Yes, it was slight, like she’d hurt her left foot.”
“Kara, the FBI CARD team is in charge now. They’re experts; they specialize in finding babies stolen out of hospitals. Trust me on this: there are no better people in the world to help us find Alex.”
Kara Moody didn’t look like she believed her.
Sherlock wondered how much to tell her, then decided Kara deserved the truth. She looked up to see Dillon and Agent Haller in the doorway, obviously listening. For how long? Dillon remained silent, nodded to her.
Sherlock turned back to Kara. “Kara, this wasn’t some sort of baby kidnapping ring. There was a reason Alex was taken, and we believe it has something to do with John Doe, the man who forced his way into your house yesterday and is being guarded now downstairs. Did he tell you anything that could help us, anything you could understand?”
“Wait, wait—Alex was taken because of him, that poor, crazy young man? I don’t understand.”
“We don’t, either, yet, but we’ll figure it all out. I need you to think back, Kara. Tell me what you remember.”
“I’ve tried to piece together what he said, but it was all so garbled, so bizarre. I do know he was afraid of someone, and at the same time he was furious. He hated this person or these people. He wasn’t there to hurt me or Alex. He believed he was saving us from something.” She looked at Sherlock. “I’m sorry but there’s really nothing more. Did that help?”
“Yes, it did. Kara, who is Alex’s father?”