J.J. looked over his shoulder, then up to the sky, as if there might be some form of help coming from either of those quarters. Which there wasnt. Of course there wasnt. It was all up to him. And hed never felt so helpless in his life.
The contraction seemed to be passing, thank God. The woman was only sobbing now, which at least was something more like what he was used to. In homicide, everybody did a lot of crying-family and friends of the victim, traumatized witnesses, even the perps, when they got caught. This he could handle.
Im sorry, she wailed, then hiccupped loudly. I cant help it. I justcant keep from p-pushing.
Well, maam, he said, trying a firm and authoritative approach, since we are going to do this thing, I guess theres no need for you to stop pushing. But Im going to need you to do some things, okay? Im gonna need you to help me out here. Its been a long time since they told me how to do this, so Im pretty rusty. Im sure you know a lot more than I do. So you need to stay calm, okay?
Okay, she whispered, sniffing. She swiped at her wet cheeks with one hand. What do you want me to do?
Well, for starters, J.J. said, giving her a smile he was sure wouldnt fool anybody, since it looks like Im about to help your baby into the world, Id like to be able to call you something besides maam. Could you tell me your name?
She hiccupped again and gave a funny little laugh. Rachel. ItsRachel.
Rachel.
The name sounded strange, coming from her own lips, like a word in a foreign language. The person named Rachel seemed to her like someone she might have known a long time ago, or perhaps in another life. Another universe.
The one she occupied now was a strange, dreamlike world where nothing seemed real and time had no meaning. How long had it been since shed driven Izzys car into that ravine, since shed put on Izzys habit and set out walking across the desert? One moment it seemed like hours-she knew it must have been hours-and the next she felt it had could have been only seconds. Right now she felt as if she was still out there plodding along, one foot setting itself down in front of the other in endlessly repeating sequence, sometimes without any direction from her.
Im so tired. She wanted desperately to stop, to lie down somewhere. But her body kept pushing her on, forcing her on.
I want to stop, she said. I have to rest.
She heard a soft deep chuckle, and the face from the Western movie swam into view. Afraid you cant do that, Rachel, honey. Looks like youre gonna have your baby right here, like it or not.
What? Here? Ridiculous! She shook her head, adamant, furious. No. I cant. Youre taking me to the hospital. I have to go to the hospital.
But then she felt her body being wrenched out of her control again, and now it seemed it was trying its best to turn itself wrong-side-out. Again and again she was caught up by terrible, powerful forces and was utterly helpless to stop what was happening to her. The only thing she could think of to compare it to was once when she and Nicky had been at the beach, swimming, and shed gotten caught in a huge breaking wave. Shed felt herself being tossed and twisted and dashed down into swirling sand and seawater, arms and legs going every which way like a rag doll in a washing machine, and her mind, disconnected from her body, had thought, Oh, wow, Im drowning. And shed felt no fear, she remembered, only mild surprise.
Someone-the stranger named Rachel-was screaming. Belly-deep, grinding screams that sounded like something being torn in half. She felt unbearable pressure, pressure she was sure she couldnt stand another second. She heard someone bellow, I cant
Shhyes, you canyoure doin fine, darlinjust a little bit more The voice was deep and growly, like a tiger purring, and seemed to be very close to her ear.
It was him again, the man from the Western movie. He even sounded a little like a cowboy, she thought, with that accent. A little bit like John Wayne. For some odd reason she found that reassuring. She realized that he was holding her, and that his arms were very hard and strong and that his shirt front was warm and slightly damp where her forehead pressed against it. She was sorry when he eased her away from him. She opened her eyes and watched his face as he laid her down. She noticed that he wasnt wearing his cowboy hat now. His hair was damp and there was a groove around his head from where it had been. She wondered what had happened to his hat.
She closed her eyes and whimpered, feeling ashamed, Im so tired.
I knowrest a little bit now, okay? Just restthats right.
I cant believe this is happening. My baby, Nickys baby- Carlos Delacortes grandson-is going to be born in a cop car. Delivered by a cop!
That struck her as terribly funny. She wanted to laugh, but when she started what she thought was a laugh, tears squeezed from her eyes and ran down into her ears.
Easy, nowyoure gonna be okay, the growly voice said. But then another voice-a womans voice-rode right over it and drowned it out.
J.J., Ridgecrest wants to know whats happening. Umlike, what can you see?
See? UhLord, I dont knowhold on a minute, J.J. said.
This was all happening much too fast for him. He ran a hand over his face while he regarded the woman, who was now lying back on the seat. She appeared to be crying. He could see her face, with tears streaming down the sides and into her already soaking-wet hair. Other than that, she looked to him like a great big mound of clothing. He knew what he was going to have to do next, and the only thing he could think of hed have dreaded more was breaking the news to somebody that their loved one was dead. That was the worst. But peeling nuns clothes off a woman in labor was right up there close.
Maam-uh, Rachel, I want you to listen to me, okay? Im gonna need you to take off whatever youve got on under that gown youre wearing. Can you do that?
He didnt know what hed expected-protests, maybe, or some shyness? But she didnt bat an eye. Just sniffled and said, Okay But then she only plucked ineffectively at the habit, like she didnt know what to do with it.
He took a deep breathheaved a silent sigh. Need some help?
She nodded and muttered, Im all wet.
It struck him then, that this must be something Mother Nature provided, this temporary suspension of modesty that made it possible for a woman to tolerate being intimately exposed to total strangers. Knowing that she truly wouldnt mind made it easier for him, somehow.
It also occurred to him that the habit made a pretty damn good drape.
Still, it wasnt easy, getting her out of her wet clothes. Especially since she wasnt able to be of much help. She kept having contractions that doubled her up and seemed to take her off into a place where she wasnt even aware of him and what he was doing. By the time he had her shoes off-at least they were good quality sensible athletic shoes-and her wet socks, and started tugging on her slacks, he was almost as wet with sweat as she was.
But he got them off, finally, and her underwear, too. And that was when he ran into something unexpected. When he pulled off her underpants, something came with them-an envelope. It was thick and white and addressed by hand, with no stamp or postmark, just some tape around the edges, the kind used to hold bandages in place, the kind that doesnt irritate the skin.
What the hell? His cop radar was pinging again, this time clear off the scale. A pregnant woman wearing a nuns habit-some kind of disguise, he now figured-clearly having suffered a fairly recent beating, found walking alone in the middle of the Mojave Desert-what was she doing with an envelope taped to her stomach?
Hed have given a lot to know what was in that envelope, but right now he had more pressing things on his mind.
J.J.? Are you there?
Copy
Ridgecrest wants to know whats happening, and so do I. Katies voice came tensely from his shoulder.
Uhhold on He took mental note of the name on the envelope-Rachel Malone Delacorte-and the address, a very pricey part of Beverly Hills, then laid the envelope on top of the pile of shoes and clothing on the floor where theyd be out of the way. Then, hoping his hands werent going to shake, he lifted the edge of the habit.
Uhokay, looks like the babys right there.
Ridgecrest says, can you tell if its the head.
Uhyeah, seems to be.
Okay, Ridgecrest wants to know, which way is it facing-up or down?
Jeez. Too soon to tell, he said tersely. He gulped in air to fight off the beginnings of queasiness and looked over the top of the draped habit. Smiled wretchedly. Hear that, Rachel? Wont be much longer now Lord, I hope.
Jeez. Too soon to tell, he said tersely. He gulped in air to fight off the beginnings of queasiness and looked over the top of the draped habit. Smiled wretchedly. Hear that, Rachel? Wont be much longer now Lord, I hope.
J.J., Ridgecrest says you better get ready. Have you got anything to catch the baby with.
Catch the baby? Envisioning a giant-sized catchers mitt, he felt an absurd impulse to laugh.
And something to tie off the cord.
Copy. He leaned across the mound of Rachels draped knees and said, Im just gonna go and get-
Which was as far as he got before a hand clutched at the front of his shirt, a very small hand with a whole lot of strength to it. Dontleaveme.
He didnt know why he did what he did then-he sure didnt think about it beforehand. He cupped his hand behind her head and kissed her forehead, then pressed his cheek against her wet hair. Under the salty smell of sweat, he caught something sweet and exotic, like tropical flowers.
Im not gonna leave you, he said huskily. Were doin this together, you and me. Ive just got to get some things out of the back of the vehicle to help us. Okay? He pulled back and waited for her to look at him and nod her comprehension, then he kissed her forehead again. Be right back
For a moment then, he stood upright in the bright sunlight, pulling in big gulps of hot desert air, trying to get his bearings. Then he went around to open up the back of the SUV and took out the first aid kit and a blanket. When he got back to Rachel, she was lying back quietly, evidently resting, so he took a moment to open up the first aid kit and check the contents. Scissorscotton balls, bandages, disinfectantall good. Even a bulb-thing for suctioning out airways, which he seemed to recall hed probably need. It was good to know some of what hed learned in his training days was coming back to him.