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“Hang on, Lauren,” Tony said, stroking her head as she just gazed back. Her face had turned pallid, the rosy color on her cheeks and nose gone.
The officer got down on one knee. “I radioed for paramedics. Be here any moment. What happened?”
“I— I don’t know,” Tony said, a tear slipping down his cheek. “We were just walking, then . . . this.” He waved his hand helplessly at the blood-soaked jacket.
“What’s her name?” the officer said, placing his ear close to her nose and mouth.
Tony heard her make a gurgling sound.
“Lauren,” he said.
“Lauren, can you hear me?” the officer said, then raised his voice: “Help is coming! Hold on! Talk to me, Lauren!”
There was no immediate response.
But then a trickle of blood escaped the corner of her mouth and her nostrils. Her eyes became glazed.
The officer put his right index and middle fingertips to the side of her neck for a long moment.
“Oh, shit,” the officer said softly.
Tony jerked his head to look at him.
The officer met his eyes, then looked at Lauren, and slowly shook his head. “I’m really sorry . . .” he said, then automatically crossed himself, touching his right fingers to his forehead, his chest, and then his left and right shoulders.
There were gasps from the crowd.
Tony struggled to breathe. Tears now flowed down both cheeks.
“But . . . but . . .” he said, then cried out, “Lauren!”
Slowly rocking her, he buried his face in her neck and began sobbing.
[ THREE ]
Franklin Square
Sixth and Race Streets, Philadelphia
Saturday, December 15, 10:20 A.M.
Not a half hour later and a dozen blocks away, Melanie Baker, an attractive thirty-two-year-old brunette, had just helped her daughter, Abigail, climb off the seat of a fiberglass replica of a giant bald eagle in flight on the Liberty Carousel.
“Santa now! I want to see Santa!” the six-year-old said, pointing across the snow-covered park to the big white tent nearby. It had a huge sign reading NORTH POLE and a pair of twenty-foot-tall striped candy canes marking the entrance. Elves in green outfits seemed everywhere, most handing out real candy canes to the children.
Melanie looked over her shoulder, scanning the heavy crowd. She glanced at her cell phone and saw that her husband had just sent a text: “Almost there.”
Having forgotten his wallet, he had run a dozen blocks to retrieve it from their apartment in the Northern Liberties section, just north of Center City.
Melanie adjusted the fleece stocking cap, a white one dotted with little green Christmas trees, over Abigail’s sandy blond hair as she looked in her eyes. “You want to wait for Daddy?”
Abigail shook her head. “Santa now? Please?” She pronounced it peas.
Melanie glanced at the big white tent and thought, Well, they probably have heaters in there.
“Okay, Abby, okay,” she said, smiling. “Daddy can catch up. Let’s go see Santa.”
Melanie walked Abigail over to where they had left their stroller with those of the other visitors. She slipped her handbag over the right handle and, holding Abigail’s hand, pushed the stroller through the gate in the low black iron fence that surrounded the carousel. Then they went onto the brick walkway and joined the crowd of families headed to the white tent.
