Chapter 33

In the corner of the narcotics squad office, a baby's cradle had taken the place of the old weapons rack. The three-month-old Noah lay inside, his clear, curious eyes fixed on the spinning badge-shaped mobile above him. Captain Cole clumsily held a baby bottle, attempting to feed him, while Deputy Dax stood nearby, nervously jotting notes. "Drank one ounce... Temperature holding steady at 98.2 degrees..." Suddenly, the alarm blared, and both men lunged forward, covering little Noah's ears. A...