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Carbon

prologue from novel
Carbon Copy



Abducting a newborn topped Hilda’s agenda. At midnight, she entered the birthing suite at Manhattan’s Mercy Hospital where Alexandra and her birth mother bonded. How sweet? Hilda smirked.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Montgomery, I’m here to take your blood pressure.” Hilda approached the patient’s bed.

“I’m so sick of being awakened all of the time,” Alexandra’s mother whined.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mrs. Montgomery, but I’m just doing my job.” Hilda wished she no longer had to do this job. Why Tom-Tom insisted on abducting newborns from a hospital, rather than from a house or a park, irritated her.
This new mother sounded rude. But it made Hilda’s upcoming task much easier. She’d learned years ago the necessity of distancing herself from her emotions and stopped giving a rat’s ass about the patients a long time ago.

“Well, how about you do your job and get my pain medication. I’m sore and exhausted,” the cranky woman barked.

“I have just what you need. This should help you sleep.” Hilda handed a container of white pills to Mrs. Montgomery and poured her a glass of water.

“This won’t affect my breast milk, will it? I know my milk hasn’t come in yet, but I plan on nursing my precious Alexandra.”

“I assure you, Mrs. Montgomery, Alexandra will be just fine. I’ll change her diaper for you,” Hilda said.

“Thank you, I appreciate the gesture. My husband, the useless piece of shit, went home to sleep. Can you believe his nerve?” Mrs. Montgomery vented.

Hilda nodded sympathetically. Most new mothers acted cranky, due to the abrupt change in their hormone levels. Everyone and everything got on their nerves and they believed their husbands proved totally useless. Many referred to this as the ‘I hate you’ phase.

Relieved about the absence of Alexandra’s father, she turned her back to the birth mother and approached Alexandra’s bassinet. Hilda’s wide girth obstructed Mrs. Montgomery’s view of the baby.

Hilda gazed upon the tiny, helpless newborn, a Carbon Copy of a newborn she’d abducted twenty-five years before. Hilda recalled helping transition the baby the night before. Shortly after babies are born, they are taken to the nursery. This is where the baby is washed, weighed, measured, and given numerous tests. Hilda, the nurse who fastened the security tags on Baby Montgomery’s wrist and ankle, intentionally left Alexandra’s tags looser than normal.

Hilda grabbed a diaper and wipes from underneath the bassinet. Before she removed the soiled diaper, Hilda slowly removed a tiny medicine dropper from her sweater pocket. She administered several drops of liquid into Alexandra’s tiny mouth. This baby will sleep well tonight, too.

Hilda slid off Alexandra’s security tags and wrapped them in the dirty diaper. She tossed the soiled diaper into the trash can and wiped Alexandra’s bottom. Hilda put a fresh diaper on the baby and tightly wrapped up the baby girl in a blanket. Alexandra now resembled a large burrito.

“Sleep well, Mrs. Montgomery. I’ll see you in the morning,” Hilda said. She turned to Alexandra’s mother, who had already fallen asleep.

Hilda unbuttoned her sweater to reveal the baby sling. She picked up Alexandra and placed her in the sling. She buttoned her sweater and studied her reflection in the mirror.

Perfect.

Hilda’s sturdy frame and overweight midsection provided the perfect camouflage. No one would suspect that her wide girth and bulging sweater concealed a newborn.

At least Tom-Tom stopped making her steal twins like he made her do twenty-five years ago. But back then, hospital security barely existed. This particular hospital utilized cameras in every nook and cranny of the maternity ward. Everywhere, except in the birthing suites.

Hilda slowly walked down the hall and pushed the elevator button. She took out her pack of Marlboro Lights as the elevator door opened. A young doctor exited the elevator as she got on.

“You shouldn’t smoke,” he scolded.

“I know, I’ve been meaning to quit. But I’m a New Yorker. What can I say?” Hilda shrugged.

Once on the ground floor, Hilda headed toward the exit and nonchalantly stepped outside. Pausing, she lit her cigarette the second she could. She inhaled several puffs and looked up towards the sky. She meandered around the side of the building, just out of range of the security cameras.

“You got a light, Miss?” a very large man asked as he placed his own cigarette between his eager lips.

“Sure,” Hilda retrieved her lighter. “Here, let me light it for you.”

“Thanks.”

Hilda stepped close to the large man and attempted to light his cigarette. The lighter didn’t work. “I’m sorry, sir. This is one of those cheapo lighters which apparently does not work very well.” Hilda continued with several more failed attempts to light the man’s cigarette.

“I’m in no hurry, ma’am.” He reached under Hilda’s sweater and found the newborn tucked into the baby sling. Removing the precious cargo, he opened his jacket and tucked the baby into his baby sling.

“There we go.” Hilda finally lit his cigarette.

“Thank you, ma’am. It sure is getting cold out here.” He buttoned his overcoat.

“It’s supposed to get down into the teens tonight, or so I hear.” Hilda puffed on the last of her cigarette.

“Winter will be here before we know it.” He sucked his cigarette like an addict.

“Well, I better get back to work.” Hilda stomped out her cigarette.

“Thanks again, you have a good night.” Pauley walked away with baby Alexandra Montgomery carefully hidden underneath his overcoat.

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