LITMIR.BIZ

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the past hour.

      He scanned the area again. Still no one.

      Rick had always had an eye for detail and for faces. His only requirement was that the faces had to belong to someone who was at least two years old. Prior to that, one baby looked pretty much like another to him.

      Which was why he didn’t recognize the infant he was holding.

      “This someone’s idea of a joke?” he asked out loud, raising his voice.

      Only the wind answered.

      Holding the infant seat against him with one arm, Rick gingerly felt around the baby to see if a note had been left and slipped in between the baby and the seat. As he disturbed the blanket in his search, an overwhelming, pungent odor rose up.

      “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, his nose wrinkling automatically.

      His uninvited visitor made another, louder grunting noise, doing away with any doubts about what was going on. There was a full diaper to be reckoned with.

      “Okay, enough’s enough,” Rick called out. “Take your kid back.”

      But no one materialized. Whoever had dropped the child off on his doorstep was gone.

      Rick’s frown deepened. “You didn’t come with your own set of diapers, did you?” The baby gurgled in response.

      “Yeah, I didn’t think so,” Rick muttered, shaking his head. “Hope you like dish towels,” he told the baby as he walked back into the house.

      Rick knew without having to raid his medicine cabinet that he had no powder to use on the baby, but because his Mexican grandmother had been adamant about his learning how to cook when he was a boy, he knew he had cornstarch in the pantry. Cornstarch was fairly good at absorbing moisture.

      “Beggars can’t be choosers,” he told the infant as he appropriated the box of cornstarch off the shelf.

      With nothing faintly resembling a diaper and only one set of extra sheets, which he was not about to rip up, Rick was forced to press a couple of clean dish towels into service.

      Armed with the towels and box of cornstarch, he laid the baby down on the kitchen table and proceeded to change him.

      He had no problem with getting dirty and more than once had sunk his hands into mud when the situation called for it. But when it came to this task, he proceeded gingerly.

      And with good reason.

      When he opened the diaper, he almost stumbled backward.

      “What are you, hollow?” he demanded, stunned at just how much of a “deposit” he found. “How can something so cute be so full of…that?” he asked.

      The baby responded by trying to stuff both fists into his mouth.

      He was hungry, Rick thought. “Well, no wonder you’re hungry,” he commented. “You emptied everything out.” As quickly as possible, he got rid of the dirty diaper, cleaned up his tiny visitor and put on the clean, makeshift replacement. “Let’s get you back to your mama,” he told the baby, laying him back down into the infant seat and strapping him in.

      Within five minutes, Rick was in his four-wheel-drive vehicle, his unwanted companion secured in the backseat, and on his way into town.

      “YOU BROUGHT us something to eat?” Deputy Larry Conroy asked, perking up when he glanced toward the man who signed his paychecks as the latter came through the front door.

      From where Conroy sat, he could see that the sheriff was carrying something. Given an appetite that never seemed to be sated, nine times out of ten, Larry’s mind immediately went to thoughts of food.

      “Not unless you’re a cannibal,” Alma Rodriguez commented, looking around Rick’s arm and into the basket. “What a cute baby.” She eyed her boss and asked, “Whose is it?”

      Rick marched over to the desk closest to the door—it happened to belong to his third deputy, Joe Lone Wolf—and set the infant seat down.

      Long, lean and lanky, Joe jumped to his feet and looked down at the occupant of the infant seat as if he expected the baby to suddenly turn into a nest of snakes.

      “I was just about to ask you three that,” Rick answered, his glance sweeping over the deputies.

      “Us?” Larry exchanged glances with the other two deputies, then looked back at his boss. “Why us? What do we have to do with it?” He nodded at the baby, who was obviously “it.”

      Hope dwindled that this was just a prank. “Because I figured that one of you left him on my doorstep.”

      Alma had a weakness for babies and a biological clock that was ticking louder and louder these days. She was making funny faces at the baby, trying to get the infant to laugh. “It’s a he?” she asked.

      “Well, yeah,” Larry said, as if she should have figured that part out quickly. “He’s wearing blue.”

      Joe slid back into his chair, pushing it slightly away from his desk and the baby on it. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

      “It’s a he,” Rick confirmed, his tone indicating that the baby’s gender was not the important issue. “And I want to know where he came from. Any of you ever seen him before?”

      Forever had not yet cracked the thousand-occupant mark. Be that as it may, he wasn’t familiar with everyone who called the small town home. In addition, Forever stood right in the path of a well-traveled highway and had more than its share of people passing through. For all he knew, this little guy belonged to someone who had made a pit stop in Forever for a meal and had gotten separated from his family for some reason.

      Larry looked at the baby again and shook his head. “Nope, don’t recognize him.”

      Joe had already scrutinized his temporary desktop ornament. “Never saw him before.”

      “How can you be so sure?” Rick asked. “They all look alike at this age.”

      “No, they don’t,” Alma protested. “Look at that personality. It’s all over his face.” She realized that the others were watching her as if she’d taken leave of her senses. “What? Just because you’re all blind doesn’t mean I have to be.”

      “So you recognize him?” Rick asked, relieved.

      “I didn’t say that,” she countered. Turning back to the baby, she studied him one last time and then shook her head sadly. “No, I never saw him before. This baby’s not from around Forever.”

      “You know every baby in Forever?” Larry asked skeptically.

      “Pretty much,” she answered matter-of-factly. “Hey, I’m a law enforcement officer. It’s my job to notice things,” she added defensively. Alma had to raise her voice to be heard above the baby, who had begun fussing. Loudly.

      Joe looked at him. “I think the kid wants you to hold him.”

      “Since when did you become such an expert on babies?” Larry asked.

      Wide shoulders rose and fell in a careless manner. “Just seemed logical, that’s all,” Joe responded.

      “I’ll hold him,” Alma volunteered. But when she took the baby into her arms, he only cried louder.

      Reluctantly, Rick took the baby from her. The infant instantly quieted down.

      “Looks like you’ve got the knack, Sheriff,” Larry chuckled.

      If he had it, Rick thought, he didn’t want it. People this small made him nervous. He could easily see himself dropping the baby.

      “Why don’t you take him to Miss Joan’s?” Alma suggested. “Everyone who comes through town stops there to eat. Maybe she remembers seeing him with his parents.”

      “Or if he does belong to someone

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