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is?” I ask the wiry man.
    “Took off in the middle of the night,” he responds with a shrug. “Had most of his shit with him.”
    Great. Now what?
    “I’m gonna go to my car now. I suggest you get moving before I do.”
    He turns tail and runs down the street. I love my dog.
    I settle all of us back in the car and drive back to my house, trying to formulate a plan as I go. I need help and fast. There’s still nothing on the news about a missing baby. I don’t understand why. Even if this baby belongs to the junkie, wouldn’t she want to know where her baby is? Wouldn’t his grandparents? Is it possible no one wants this baby? I’m too sleep deprived to understand how any of this is possible.
    Once I’m home, the baby is fed and back asleep, I start to seriously consider what to do. I need help. Now that Blake’s on the run I could call the cops. Blake would still be in trouble, but maybe the cops wouldn’t find him. That’s unlikely. I’m still not willing to take that risk. There has to be a better plan.
    Who do I know that deals with illegal stuff? Because that’s a normal thought. Blake is the only criminal I know and he’s gone. He’ll come back. He always comes back. But I don’t know how long he’ll run. And the fact that he’s running has me scared. How did he end up with this baby in his house? If he was out looking for the baby he would call me. I’m his go-to in life when things get complicated. Oddly, he’s still mine too. Something is wrong. There’s something I have to be missing.
    I need help. Who can help me with this?
    “Think, Tosh.”
    Ten minutes later, it hits me.
    “Shannon Kelly.”
    That’s it. She’s a family attorney and I’ve seen her through some crazy stuff. She told me to call her if I ever needed anything. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but right now she’s the only person that comes to mind.
    I Google her and find her easily. She works for Kavanagh Law, the biggest law firm in Kansas City. Is it a good idea to call and attorney to tell her I stole a baby? Probably not, but I’m out of ideas at this point and I need someone smart to help me out.
    I take a deep breath and dial her number.
    “Shannon Kellerman’s office,” a chipper baritone male voice answers.
    “Is Missus Kellerman available?” I ask professionally, noting she married her hot as sin fiancé.
    “Missus Kellerman is currently on a leave of absence. Can I assist you with something or direct you to another attorney?”
    Shit. Of course. She has three babies under three-years old. My brain is no longer a functional organ.
    “Ma’am?” the man encourages.
    “I need help,” I say in a soft timid voice. I’m cracking. Shit, I’m about to lose it on the phone with a stranger.
    “My name is Karl. How can I help you?” he asks in a soft voice that tumbles me into sobs.
    “Are you safe? Do you need me to call the authorities?” Karl pushes.
    “No, please don’t call anyone,” I plead through snot-filled stumbled words.
    “What’s your name, honey?”
    “Na-Natasha,” I stutter.
    “Natasha, try to take a few breaths for me.”
    I do what he says and gather a smidgeon of calm.
    “I’m so sorry,” I apologize, completely horrified at myself.
    “No need to apologize. If Shannon were here, she’d tell you the same thing. Now, since she’s not, why don’t you tell me what it is you need?”
    “I’m not sure what I need to be honest. I was her nurse when she was pregnant and she’s the only person I could think to call.”
    “I remember you. I was there both times you took care of her. I’m Shannon’s assistant. You probably don’t remember me because she’s always surrounded by men.”
    I chuckle thinking of the hulking men that were always glued to Shannon while she was in the hospital. I try my damnedest to remember meeting a Karl. I see so many people, but Shannon and her crew make a lasting impression.
    “I remember you! You’re blond with pale blue eyes,