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Dee Collins had her arms around Angela, a cloth wrapped around the girl's bleeding hand. The DCF worker was trying unsuccessfully to hush the crying infant.
I went up and said to her, "That baby gets placed somewhere nearby with daily visitation rights. And by the way, I didn't see anything going on here that was worth putting on file.... You?" The caseworker gave me a disgruntled look and turned away.
Suddenly, my beeper sounded, three dissonant beeps punctuating the tense air. I pulled it out and read the number. Jacobi, my ex-partner in Homicide. What did he want?
I excused myself and moved into the staff office. I was able to reach him in his car.
"Something bad's happened, Lindsay," he said glumly. "I thought you'd want to know."
He clued me in about a horrible drive-by shooting at the La Salle Heights Church. An eleven-year-old girl had been killed.
"Jesus..." I sighed as my heart sank. "I thought you might want in on it," Jacobi said.
I took in a breath. It had been over three months since I'd been on the scene at a homicide. Not since the day the bride and groom case ended.
"So, I didn't hear," Jacobi pressed. "You want in, Lieutenant?" It was the first time he had called me by my new rank.
I realized my honeymoon had come to an end. "Yeah," I muttered. "I want in."
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