Somebody's Baby. Amanda Stevens
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seemed oppressive to Nina. She hated to think of her baby in such an atmosphere.
“What else did you find out?” she asked.
“Her husband, Clayton Baldwin, is vice president at Chambers Petroleum, which is owned by her father, a man named J. D. Chambers. Any of these names ring a bell?”
Nina frowned. “No. Should they?”
“From what I could gather, the Chambers family is pretty well connected in the petroleum industry, as well as in the River Oaks social circles. Thought you might have seen their names in the paper.”
Nina took a deep breath, trying to quiet her racing heart. Something about Sergeant Farrell’s tone worried her. “So what do we do next? When can we go confront Vanessa Baldwin? When can I get my baby back?”
“It’s not quite as simple as that. We’re not talking about any Tom, Dick or Harry here. These people have clout.”
“So what are you saying?” Nina demanded. “Because they’re rich and powerful, the law can’t touch them?”
“I’m not saying that at all. I’m saying we have to proceed with caution. I’m saying you could be mistaken.”
“I’m not.” Nina could feel her anger building. Why wasn’t he listening to her? Why wasn’t he trying to help her?
Why did the rich and powerful have all the advantages?
She gripped the telephone in her fist. “I know what I saw.”
“Or is it what you think you saw? What you wanted to see? I’m looking at a picture of Vanessa Baldwin right now, and I have to tell you, Nina, she doesn’t look a thing like the sketch the artist drew of Karen Smith from your description. The hair, the mouth. Even the shape of the face. Everything is different.”
“Because she was wearing a disguise!” Nina exploded. “You’re a detective, for God’s sake. You must have seen this thing before. Look at the eyes. They’re a dead giveaway.”
After a slight hesitation, Farrell said, “Even if there is some resemblance, we still have one major problem. Why would a woman of Vanessa Baldwin’s stature risk stealing a child? She’s from a high-profile family. It would be next to impossible to pass someone else’s baby off as hers.”
Nina gritted her teeth. “I don’t know how she pulled it off, but it’s your job to find out. She has my baby, and I want to know what you’re going to do about getting him back.”
His voice was quiet when he spoke, as if her outburst hadn’t registered. “Do you read the paper, Nina? The Houston Herald?”
She frowned at the change of subject. “Sometimes. Why?”
“Did you read it today?”
She’d glanced through it that morning while having her coffee. “I scanned it.”
“There was a picture of Vanessa Baldwin in the society section this morning. You don’t remember seeing it?”
“No, I don’t,” Nina said angrily. “And what’s more, I resent all these questions. Shouldn’t you be questioning her?”
“Isn’t it possible you saw Vanessa Baldwin’s picture without even being aware of it, and that’s why you recognized her in the park? You’d just been holding her baby. You said yourself you felt some sort of connection with him. Then you see this woman, the baby’s mother, who looks familiar to you, and you think she’s Karen Smith. You want her to be Karen Smith.”
Nina’s heart thudded against her rib cage. How could he not believe her? What was she going to do?
“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” he explained. “You go to that park every day hoping to find your baby, hoping to see Karen Smith, even though you’ve always known in your heart the odds were next to impossible.”
“But not entirely impossible,” Nina insisted. “Because I did see her.”
“I keep coming back to the same question,” Farrell said softly. “If Karen Smith and Vanessa Baldwin are one and the same, why would she go back to that park? Why would she risk being seen?”
“Dear God,” Nina whispered. “You’re not going to do anything about this, are you?”
“Nina—”
“You’re afraid of them.” A hysterical sob rose in Nina’s throat, but she swallowed it back down. “The police won’t touch them because of who they are. People like that can do anything they damn well please, and to hell with the rest of us. Is that it? Well, I’m not afraid of them. I’ll get my baby back with or without your help.”
“Nina, listen to me,” Farrell said urgently. “You’ve got to get a grip here, or you could find yourself in a lot of trouble.”
His words echoed inside her. The man in the park had said the same thing to her. “I could be in a lot of trouble? What have I done?”
Farrell’s voice hardened with warning. “Nothing yet, and I want to keep it that way.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Nina said. “I can take care of myself.”
“I wish I could believe that,” he muttered. “Look, I’ll do some checking, find out what I can about Vanessa Baldwin and her baby. But, Nina, this has got to be done on the q.t. I don’t want harassment charges coming down on either of our heads, you got that? You stay away from Vanessa Baldwin, and for God’s sake, whatever you do, stay away from that baby.”
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