Chapter 26: The Newborn's Cry
Thomas carefully lifted the tiny, slippery infant into his weathered hands, wrapping the newborn instantly in a clean woolen blanket.
A soft, tearful smile broke across the old detective's rugged face as he handed the crying baby up to Rebecca's chest.
"It's a boy, Becca," Thomas whispered, his voice thick with uncontainable emotion. "He's healthy. He's safe."
Rebecca pulled her newborn son close to her heart, sobbing tears of pure relief and overwhelming love as she kissed his damp forehead. "My sweet boy... Mommy's here. You're safe now."
For a few brief moments, the nightmare of Julian, the corporate syndicate, the gunfire, and the freezing wilderness faded away, replaced by the sacred warmth of new life.
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Suddenly, the eerie silence of the depot was shattered by the harsh glare of blinding headlights sweeping across the cracked concrete floor.
Three heavy black SUVs smashed through the rusted chain-link gates of the railway yard, their tires screeching to a halt in a wide semicircle around the loading bay doors.
