Chapter 4: The Investigation Begins
The tactical unit returned from the abandoned laundromat on Fourth Street just past midnight, bringing with them a sealed plastic evidence bag containing a single item recovered from the scene. Officer Miller met them near the front desk, his expression grim as he accepted the bag. Inside was a scrap of expensive, dark wool fabric torn from what appeared to be a tailored winter coat—a stark contrast to the poverty-stricken surroundings of the alleyway.
""Found it snagged on a rusted nail right next to the dumpster,"" the younger patrol officer reported, wiping melting snow from his helmet. ""No security cameras on that block, Miller. Streetlights were out, too. If someone dropped that baby there intentionally, they picked a dead zone.""
Miller nodded, turning the evidence bag over in his hands. The fabric was high-end cashmere blend, dry-cleaned recently judging by the faint scent of cedar and detergent lingering faintly through the plastic. It didn't belong to the neighborhood. It belonged to someone who had driven into the district from somewhere affluent, dropped an unwanted infant into the freezing trash, and vanished back into the warmth of a heated vehicle before the storm peaked.
""Run the fiber composition through the state database,"" Miller instructed, handing the bag back to the evidence technician. ""And pull toll booth cameras from the highway off-ramp nearest Fourth Street between ten PM and midnight. Someone drove down that road tonight.""
Inside the temporary observation room, Leo sat cross-legged on a cushioned medical cot, peering through the vertical glass partition. Across the room, the newborn baby rested in a clear plastic bassinet, wrapped in a fresh, sterile pink blanket provided by the hospital staff. A nurse was adjusting the tiny oxygen monitor clipped gently to the baby's foot. Leo pressed his palm flat against the cool glass, his eyes wide and unblinking.
Miller walked into the observation room, his heavy boots making no sound on the rubberized flooring. He stood beside the boy, looking through the glass at the infant. ""The doctors say she's healthy, Leo. A little underweight, but she's fighting. Just like you.""
Leo didn't look away from the baby. ""Do they know who her family is?""
""Not yet,"" Miller answered honestly. ""That's my job now. We're looking for the person who left her out there.""
""They shouldn't get her back,"" Leo said suddenly, his voice hardening with an intensity that surprised the veteran officer. ""If you give her back to whoever threw her away, they'll just try again. Some people don't want kids. They just want them to go away.""
Miller looked down at the boy, realizing the heavy burden of wisdom Leo carried. ""We aren't going to hand her over to anyone until we know the full story, Leo. The law protects children. Sometimes it moves too slow, but it protects them.""
""The law didn't protect me when the fire happened,"" Leo countered quietly, turning his head to look directly into Miller's eyes. The unfiltered pain in the boy's gaze hit the veteran like a physical blow. ""The law put me in three different foster homes before I ran away from the last one because the man there liked to hit with a belt. The law doesn't know anything about alleys.""
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Miller felt a cold anger rise in his chest—not at the boy, but at the bureaucratic machinery that had failed him so completely. He crouched down until he was eye-level with Leo. ""Listen to me, Leo. I can't undo what happened to you in the past. But I am right here, right now. And as long as I'm wearing this badge, nobody is going to hurt you, and nobody is going to hurt that little girl.""
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