The sergeant nodded. "You were taking an awful chance, shooting at a guy carrying your baby, don't you think?"
"I shot him in the legs. The other—the other turned and I shot him in the chest. I could even see his eyes when he turned around. If I hadn't pulled the trigger then ... I don't want to remember it."
The patrolman pushed the door open. "There's no bodies out here but there's some blood. Quite a lot of blood. A little to one side of the walk."
The policemen went out.
"Thank God you woke up, Nancy," Martin said. "I'd have let them have the baby." He reached over and smoothed the sleeping Reggie's hair.
Nancy, who was rocking the boy, narrowed her eyes.
"I wonder why they want our baby? He's just like any other baby. We don't have any money. We couldn't pay a ransom."
"Reggie's pretty cute, though," Martin said. "You will have to admit that."
Nancy smiled. Then she suddenly stopped rocking.
"Martin!"