CHAPTER FOUR
JOE RAPPED LIGHTLY on the door and was greeted by a relieved-looking Jenkins, who had just begun his fifth year on the force and whose babyface belied his twenty-five years.
“Sir, she’s been crying like this since we got here,” he murmured to Joe. “We’ve been trying to get her calmed down, but nothing doing. Want me to call the EMTs?’
“Let me try first,” Joe said smoothly.
Jenkins nodded and moved to let Joe through.
As Joe entered, he looked to his left and saw a slight young woman weeping on the couch, and a tiny old lady seated next to her who held the girl in her arms and was gently rocking her back and forth.
“Oh, baby girl,” the old woman said soothingly. She lifted her head and nodded at Joe. “Detective, with your permission, I think she could use just a little bi
