Philly placed her hand on his arm. “What’s happening, Ray?”
Ray said, “Our security chief, Oslo Elk, has contacted the CARD team and Metro, and spread all his people around the exits. The supervisory agent said there’d be two agents on-site real soon along with some FBI agents from the Washington Field Office.” Ray added to Kara, “CARD stands for the Child Abduction Rapid Deployment team. They’re a special FBI unit, and they’re experts at finding missing babies taken from hospitals.”
Chief of Security Oslo Elk rushed into the room, quickly introduced himself to Savich and Kara, and said to Philly Adams, “The security log shows one of your night-shift nurses, Polly Pallen, checked into the unit using her key card forty-five minutes ago.”
“Polly? She wasn’t scheduled. Wait a second.” She was on her cell, nodded, punched off. “One of our nurses, Abby Hinton, said Polly wasn’t here, but she saw a nurse in the unit she didn’t recognize a few minutes ago. She didn’t think much about it, thought she was a traveler—a visiting nurse—or a temp.”
Kara stared at Philly Adams. “You’re telling me you let a strange woman loose with our babies? You didn’t double-check that she should be here?”
Philly looked devastated. “I’m sorry, but we were busy and Abby assumed I’d been notified. It shouldn’t have happened, but we’re doing everything we can.”
Kara looked like she wanted to leap on Philly Adams. Savich put his hand on her arm.
Chief Elk said, “Then the woman must have gotten hold of Polly Pallen’s key card. We’ll try to reach nurse Pallen to be sure, but it’s a good bet. Let’s hope she didn’t get out of here before the alarm locked all the doors, and that includes the rear stairwell the personnel use. Agent Savich, you want to come look at some video with me? I’ve seen it once already. I’m hoping you’ll see more. We’ve got cameras on all the stairs. We can see if that’s the way she left the floor.”
Three nurses stayed with Kara. Before Savich left with Chief Elk, he took her arms in his hands and forced her to look up at him. “I know you want to scream at everyone here who was supposed to keep Alex safe. Believe me, they’re all doing their best now. I want you to keep faith and trust we will get Alex back.”
As Savich walked down five flights of stairs with Security Chief Elk to the hospital security office off the lobby, he wondered if the media scanners had already lit up like Christmas trees. There would soon be chaos. Elk was saying, “We have eight cameras on the floor, two in the main stairwell, another two in the personnel stairwell. There aren’t any cameras in the patient rooms, so we won’t see the woman actually taking the baby. Damnation, I hate this. It’s the second time it’s happened on my watch. We got the other baby back okay, but this time it looks like a real pro job, and tell me why go to all this trouble to take that particular baby?”
John Doe knows why. He tried to stop it, tried to save Kara. Savich had wished John Doe were FBI purview. Now he was. Kidnapping was a federal crime, and Alex and John Doe were connected now, one case. Detective Mayer wasn’t going to like being told that at all.
“All ready, Chief,” the surveillance tech said, so excited he was nearly bouncing up and down in his chair.
Elk said, “Gilly is showing us three separate feeds on each of the monitors on the maternity floor, in the elevators and in the stairwells. He’s taken the feeds to fifteen minutes before the alarm went off. Fast-forward, Gilly, let Agent Savich see the routine.”
Savich heard the door open behind him but didn’t look around.
They watched Ray Hunter, the security guard, check visitors onto the maternity floor and look over staff IDs, watched the public and staff with their carts and equipment enter and leave the elevators. Nurses passed the cameras in the hallways, going about their business, pushing linens and medication carts and computer monitors into and out of patient rooms.
They saw a nurse in black-framed glasses and a surgical cap walk down the hallway toward Kara’s room. She looked relaxed, at home. She was tall, slender, in her midthirties, exactly as Kara described her. She went into Kara’s room, emerged soon carrying what appeared to be Alex wrapped in blankets. When she reappeared ten minutes later, she was carrying Alex back into Kara’s room.
Chief Elk said, “She knows where the cameras are, did a good job of avoiding them. I think she left Alex in the empty room next to Kara’s then picked him up. Watch.”
A minute later she was carrying Alex to the rear personnel door, sliding in the key card and stepping through, the door closing behind her. Fast and slick.
They watched her walk quickly down five flights of stairs and exit the stairwell into the lobby near the east door.
“Switch to the cameras at the east exit and the parking lots,” Elk said.
Gilly pressed a few keys on his keyboard to bring up the lobby feeds. They saw her step into the women’s room and a few moments later, step out, the nurse’s uniform, glasses, and cap gone, carrying Alex. A man in his midthirties, tall, as fit as she, and dressed just as casually in a shirt and chinos, met her in the lobby and walked beside her as she cradled the baby, his hand on her shoulder. They walked out the east exit, the picture of happy new parents.
“Give me a minute and back that up,” Savich said. “I want to see their faces better.”
Gilly brought it back to when they were nearer the camera and zoomed in on their faces. Savich took several pictures and uploaded them to the CAU. “That’s probably good enough to run through facial recognition. Maybe one of them is in the database.”
Gilly brought up the camera outside the east exit, and they saw them again, a man and a woman carrying a baby directly east onto Parker Street. Kara was right, the woman did favor her left foot, only a bit of a limp, barely noticeable. They paused at the intersection, and an old dark blue Toyota SUV pulled up. They climbed in and drove away.
“Any chance of making out that license plate? Another camera?” Savich asked.
“No, that’s the closest we can get to them from our property,” Elk said, “but there should be Metro cops covering Parker Street. I’ll call in that car, get an Amber Alert started. There are a couple of banks along that street with security cameras. Maybe that will help.”
Savich turned to see Sherlock standing beside the security room door. “The chief’s right. It was slick,” she said. “The woman knew enough about nursing to fool the staff and Kara, stole the right key card and knew how to use it, and she and the man were out of the hospital as quickly as humanly possible. Now the question we have to answer is why. And what does it all have to do with John Doe?”
“I love your brain,” Savich said, touching his hand to her cheek. “You’re only here one minute and you cut right to the core. I want you to speak to Kara, see if she’s remembered anything more, any details at all. The CARD agents should be up there soon. At least we know what they look like, know the woman who stole Alex has a limp.
“Chief Elk, you’re coordinating the search with the Metro cops? And dealing with the media?”
“Yeah, no choice there.”
As Savich and Sherlock left the security office, they heard Elk on his cell calling the public relations department.
Savich and Sherlock saw the CARD agents when they opened the stairwell door onto the maternity floor, speaking with Ray Hunter. CARD Agent Constance Butler, a honed and fit woman with cropped gray hair, spotted Savich, nodded, and introduced herself. The other agent, Bolt Haller, came up, shook their hands. “I understand you’ve been looking at video with Chief Elk. He’s started things rolling on the Amber Alert on Alex and the blue Toyota SUV. Tell us what you saw, Agent Savich, then we’ll speak to Ms. Moody.”
“I’ll leave you to it, Dillon,” Sherlock said. “I’m going to go see Kara.”
12
BOWLER, BOWLER, AND BOWLER
CORNER OF K STREET SW AND 17TH STREET NW
WASHINGTON, D.C.