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why. The only thing I can come up with is Vicky’s past. That unit was her past.
    “What? Why? We closed that case.’’
    Like I need reminding that we closed that case. It was the worst job I had ever been undercover for and never been so relieved when we finally closed it.
    “Look, there’s a lot I need to explain, but right now all you need to know is that someone from that case has threatened someone... close to me,’’ I hesitate, the word love nearly popping out of mouth. Thinking about it, it only took one glance at the little rugrat and I was in love. Imogen stirs in my arms and I rock her gently so that she doesn’t wake.
    “Okay, is there something you need me to do?’’ he asks without hesitation. That’s the only thing so far that I’ve missed about my old job. How they have your back. Not that Harris doesn’t, it’s just that he asks questions first, not later. I suppose we have a lot to figure out before we get to where we need to be.
    “Not yet, but I’ll keep you posted. Give me an hour and I’ll be home,’’ I tell him before ending the call. I walk towards the hushed voices and into Kennedy’s room. It’s not anything like I had pictured. It’s plain, boring, and not even decorated. I expected colour, lots of colour. But then, I don’t really know her and she’s obviously struggling if she’s living in this shithole.
    “Can you take Immy so I can go get her cot and stuff down? I’ll call a friend to come and get it all. Unless you want me to buy her new ones?’’ I ask, not thinking about what Immy might not have. For all I know she could just have the basics, but what do I know. I don’t even know what a baby needs and from what I know so far about Kennedy, she doesn’t seem like the person to neglect a kid.
    “What? What’s going on? Are you taking her?’’ she asks, her face scrunched up and ready to blow. Even after asking me, the thought of Immy being taken away from her is killing her from the inside. I can officially say I know how she feels because just thinking of never seeing the cute little bundle, that has captured my heart with a second of meeting her, is killing me.
    “No,’’ I start and watch her body relax. “I’m taking both of you. You’re coming to live with me,’’ I tell her. I don’t even know where that came from, but now the words are out of my mouth I realise I mean them. When I first told her to pack her stuff I was going to send them to a friend’s, or somewhere safe.
    “What? No. You can’t do that. We can’t do that?’’
    “Do you want protection? Do you want Immy safe? Do you want to be safe?’’
    “Of course...’’
    “Then, there you go. Now take Immy, please.’’
    “Immy?’’ she asks, her face crinkled, looking cute. “Her name is Imogen.’’
    “Sorry, I guess it just slipped out,’’ I wince, wondering if she thinks I’m taking over. I don’t want to take Imogen off her but I do want to be with her at all times. Imogen, that is. Not that I would mind Kennedy’s company if she offered it. It’s then that I inwardly groan. I have to live with her now. I have to see her naked, half naked, and dressed on a daily basis. She’s going to be in my space all the time. I’ve never had that before.
    Calm down, she could have loads of bad habits. It’s true. She could. My sister had a million and one.
    “No, it’s fine. I like it,’’ she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
     
    An hour later we’re pulling up to mine. After speaking to Harris about what was going on he made a point for me to leave as much clothing and shit as I could at the apartment. So I did, and instead of bringing her cot with us as planned, I called up Baby Care and ordered everything a baby her age would need. I even paid fast track delivery for today and they will also be assembling all of the furniture. That’s another thing out the way so I can concentrate on finding out who did this to Kennedy. She’s still pretty shaken