Chapter 7 - Forming An Unlikely Alliance With A Local Detective
Detective Miller met Nora in a dimly lit diner booth on the industrial waterfront after midnight.
She slid the soaked shipping manifest across the formica table between their half-empty coffee mugs.
Miller adjusted his reading glasses, scanning the medical supply codes with an expression that turned grimmer by the second.
“These aren't standard prescription orders, Nora,” Miller whispered, glancing around the empty diner.
“These are custom pharmaceuticals used for children with rare heart conditions—the exact condition your baby was supposed to have died from.”
Nora stared at her coffee cup, the final pieces of the puzzle snapping into a painful, blinding focus.
“They told me she died of congenital heart failure at birth so they could harvest her identity or sell her to a sterile elite buyer,” Nora said bitterly.
“Then why keep her close? Why let her wander into a supermarket and find you?” Miller asked reasonably.
“Because kids grow up, Detective,” Nora answered, her eyes burning with fierce determination.
“Nannies make mistakes, security fails, and children remember songs their biological mothers sang to them in a nursery dream.”
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Miller leaned forward across the table, tapping his knuckles against the laminate surface.
“Alright, Nora. I’m off the clock in three hours, and I have a spare tactical vest in my trunk.”
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