I started off by saying it looked like the wedding I had scheduled for the Fourth of July might fizzle. He murmured a few words of consolation. I followed up by telling him someone had dropped off a baby at Farrah’s store. “She’s babysitting?” he said. “Not exactly. The mother left the kid at the store and it doesn’t sound like she’s coming back.” “Did Farrah meet the mother?” “Nope. The baby was there when she came down to open the store.” “She should have brought the kid here to the station. We can take abandoned newborns, no questions asked. And there’s no blow-back on the mother for abandonment or anything.” “Well, the mother didn’t do that. She left him at Farrah’s.” “Has Farrah called the cops?” “No. She’s staying up here with me and Steve while she figures out what to do.” “There’s nothing to figure out,” he said. “She’s got to report an abandoned baby. If she doesn’t, she’s breaking all kinds of laws—child endangerment, custodial interference, you name it.”
