And All Through the House (3 page)

    "They thought the cousin was still here, that's all," Kling said, watching the girl, whose hands were now spread wide on her belly.

    "OK, what's the big emergency here?" someone said from the railing.

    The man standing there was carrying a small black satchel. He was wearing a heavy black overcoat over white trousers and tunic. The snow on the shoulders of the coat and dusted onto his bare head was as white as the tunic and pants. "Mercy General at your service," he said. "Sorry to be so late; it's been a busy night. Not to mention two feet of snow out there. Where's the patient?"

    "You'd better take a look at the girl," Carella said. "She's in-"

    "Right here," Carmody said from the cage.

    "Me, too," Knowles said.

    "Somebody want to let them out?" the intern said. "One at a time, please."

    Hawes went to the cage and threw back the bolts on the door.

    "Who's first?" the intern said.

    Carella started to say, "The girl over there is in la-"

    "Free at last," Carmody interrupted, coming out of the cage.

    "Don't hold your breath," Hawes said and bolted the door again.

    The intern was passing Parker's desk when Maria suddenly gasped.

    "You OK, miss?" he said at once.

    Maria clutched her belly.

    "Miss?" he said.

    Maria gasped again and sucked in a deep breath of air.

    Meyer rolled his eyes. He and Miscolo had delivered a baby right here in the
squad room not too long ago, and he was grateful for the intern's presence.

    "This woman is in
labor
!" the intern said.

    "Comes the dawn," Carella said, sighing.

    "Iss it d' baby comin'?" Jose asked.

    "Looks that way, mister," the intern said. "Somebody get a blanket or something. You got any blankets up here?"

    Kling was already on his way out of the squad room.

    "Just take it easy, miss," the intern said. "Everything's gonna be fine." He looked at Meyer and said, "This is my first baby."

    
Terrific
, Meyer thought, but he said nothing.

    "You need some hot water?" Hawes asked.

    "That's for the movies," the intern said.

    "Get some hot water," Carmody said.

    "I don't need hot water," the intern said. "I just need someplace for her to lie down." He thought about this for a moment. "Maybe I
do
need hot water," he said.

    Hawes ran out of the squad room, almost colliding with Kling, who was on his way back with a pair of blankets he'd found in the clerical office. Miscolo was right behind him.

    "Another baby coming?" he asked Meyer. He seemed eager to deliver it.

    "We got a professional here," Meyer said.

    "You need any help," Miscolo said to the intern, "just ask, OK?"

    "I won't need any help," the intern said, somewhat snottily, Miscolo thought. "Put those blankets down someplace. You OK, miss?" He suddenly looked very nervous.

    Maria nodded and then gasped again and clutched her belly and stifled a scream. Kling was spreading one of the blankets on the floor to the left of the detention cage, near the hissing radiator. Knowles and the black man moved to the side of the cage nearest the radiator.

    "Give her some privacy," Carella said softly. "Over there, Bert. Behind the filing cabinets."

    Kling spread the blanket behind the cabinets.

    "She's gonna have her baby right here," Knowles said.

    The black man said nothing.

    "I never experienced nothin' like this in my life," Knowles said, shaking his head.

    The black man still said nothing.

    "Maria?" Jose said.

    Maria nodded and then screamed.

    "Try to keep it down, willya?" Parker said. He looked as nervous as the intern did.

    "Just come with me, miss," the intern said, easing Maria out of the chair, taking her elbow and guiding her to where Kling had spread the blanket behind the cabinets. "Easy, now," he said. "Everything's gonna be fine."

    Hawes was back with a kettle of hot water. "Where do you want-" he started to say, just as Maria and the intern disappeared from view behind the bank of high cabinets.

    It was three minutes to midnight, three minutes to Christmas Day.

    From behind the filing cabinets, there came only the sounds of Maria's labored breathing and the intern's gentle assurance's that everything was going to be all right. The kid kept staring at the clock as it threw the minutes before Christmas into the room. Behind the filing cabinets, a sixteen-year-old girl and an inexperienced intern struggled to bring a life into the world.

    There was a sudden sharp cry from behind the cabinets.

    The hands of the clock stood straight up.

    It was Christmas Day.

    "Is it OK?" Parker asked. There was something like concern in his voice.

    "Fine baby boy," the intern said, as if repeating a line he'd heard in a movie. "Where's that water? Get me some towels. You've got a fine, healthy boy, miss," he said to Maria and covered her with the second blanket.

    Hawes carried the kettle of hot water to him.

    Carella brought him paper towels from the rack over the sink.

    "Just going to wash him off a little, miss," the intern said.

    "You got a fine baby boy," Meyer said to Jose, smiling.

    Jose nodded.

    "What're you gonna name him?" Kling asked.

    The black man, who'd been silent since he'd entered the squad room, suddenly said in a deep and sonorous voice, " 'Behold, a virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and his name shall be called Emmanuel.' "

    "Amen," Knowles said.

    The detectives were gathered in a knot around the bank of filing cinets now, their backs to Carmody. Carmody could have made a run for it, but he didn't. Instead, he picked up first the shopping bag of pot he and Knowles had been busted for and then the valise containing the loot Kling had recovered when he'd collared the black man. He carried them to where Maria lay behind the cabinets, the baby on her breast. He knelt at her feet. He dipped his hand into the bag, grabbed a handful of pot and sprinkled it onto the blanket. He opened the valise. There were golden rings and silver plates in the valise, bracelets and necklaces, rubies and diamonds and sapphires that glittered in the pale, snow-reflected light that streamed through the corner windows.

    "
Gracias
,"
Maria said softly. "
Muchas giacias
."

    Carella, standing closest to the windows, looked up at the sky, where the snow still swirled furiously.

    "That's not a bad name," Meyer said to Jose. "Emmanuel."

    "I will name him Carlos," Jose said. "After my father."

    Carella turned from the windows.

    "What'd you expect to see out there?" Parker asked. "A star in the East?"