Baby out of the Blue. Rebecca Winters

heard from Leandros.”

      Quickly, Fran hurried through the doors to the E.R. and approached one of the staff at the counter. “Could you tell me anything about the baby we brought in a little while ago?”

      “You can ask Dr. Xanthis, the attending physician. He’s coming through those doors now.”

      Fran needed no urging to rush toward the middle-aged doctor. “Excuse me—I’m Mrs. Myers. I understand you might be able to tell me something about the baby my friend and I brought to the hospital.” Her heart hammered in fear. “Is she going to live?”

      “We won’t know for several hours,” he answered in a strong Greek accent.

      “Can I see her?”

      He shook his head. “Only family is allowed in the infant ICU.”

      “But no one has located her family yet. She’s all alone. I found her in the bushes in the garden behind the hotel.”

      “So I understand. It’s most extraordinary.”

      “Couldn’t I just be in the same room with her until her parents are found?”

      The man’s sharp eyes studied her for a moment. “Why would you want to do that?”

      “Please?” she asked in a trembling voice.

      “She’s a stranger to you.”

      Fran bit her lip. “She’s a baby. I—I feel she needs someone,” her voice faltered.

      All of a sudden a small smile lifted one corner of his mouth. “Come. I’ll take you to her.”

      “Just a moment.” She turned to the staff person. “If my friend Mrs. Petralia comes in asking for me, please tell her I’m with the baby, but I’ll be back here in a little while.”

      “Very good.”

      The doctor led her through the far doors to an elevator that took them to the second floor. They walked through some other doors to the nursery area where he introduced her to a nurse. “I’ve given Kyria Myers permission to be with the baby until the police locate the mother and father. See that she is outfitted.”

      “This way,” the other woman gestured as she spoke.

      “Thank you so much, Dr. Xanthis.”

      His brows lifted. “Thank you for being willing to help out.”

      “It’s my pleasure, believe me.”