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guess.”
    “You need to get up and take the baby so I
can deal with Miss Tiffany here.”
    “Okay.”
    Spinelli continued to hold Tiffany firmly to
the wall. She appeared to be running out of steam. She placed the
palms of her hands flat against the wall and gave one last push to
free herself but Spinelli’s strength overpowered her.
    Spinelli watched Shannon as he waited for her
to pull herself together and get up off the floor. All at once,
Spinelli felt a blunt forceful blow to his right side which sent
him tumbling toward the floor. He released his grip on Tiffany and
shifted in an attempt to shield the baby, but in doing so he landed
on top of Shannon causing her to take the full brunt of the fall.
He knocked the wind right out of her. He watched as her eyes rolled
back into her head and the blood drained from her already pale
cheeks. She gasped for air. She appeared unable to fill her lungs.
She gasped again.
    Spinelli released his hold on the baby
letting her rest on the floor and he pushed himself up on all
fours. But before he could get up completely someone jumped onto
his back and gripped him in a chokehold. He pushed himself into a
kneeling position and he used both his arms to reach over his
shoulder and grab his assailant around his neck. He pulled the
attacker over his shoulder breaking the chokehold then he scrambled
to position himself over his assailant, pinning him to the
floor.
    “Who the hell are you?” Spinelli asked the
small man pinned beneath him.
    The man fought to release himself but his
strength didn’t compare to Spinelli’s.
    “Who the hell are you and why were
your hands on my wife?” the man spat back.
    “I’m Detective Spinelli and your wife
assaulted Ms. O’Hara over there.”
    Still pinning Smith to the floor, Spinelli
looked around the room to find the baby lying on the floor crying.
He knew she wasn’t physically hurt, perhaps just scared. Tiffany
sat on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest and her arms
wrapped around her legs; she continued to bawl. And poor Shannon
fought for air gasp after gasp.
    “Shannon, are you okay?”
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    Shannon lifted herself off the floor and
walked over to the baby. She picked up the infant, cradled her in
her arms, and rocked her back and forth in an attempt to calm
her.
    Spinelli handcuffed Smith, pulled him to his
feet, and stood him next to the wall. “Don’t move,” he commanded
with the authority of a general.
    Spinelli pulled out his cell phone and called
for an ambulance for Tiffany. By the way she acted, he certainly
thought she would be headed for the mental health facility.
    Smith heard Spinelli’s call for an ambulance.
“She doesn’t need an ambulance. She needs to stay here and take
care of the baby!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
    Before Shannon could explain the situation
Spinelli turned in Smith’s direction and let loose his anger and
frustration. “You’re kidding, right?”
    Spinelli moved closer to Smith and looked
down at him. “Look at her,” he yelled as he pointed to Tiffany who
continued to sit on the floor in some sort of trance. “Does she
look like she’s capable of taking care of an infant in that state?
She’s going to the hospital and that baby is leaving with us.”
    “Detective, stop!” Shannon yelled drawing
Spinelli’s attention away from Smith.
    He turned to find Shannon staring wide-eyed
in his direction, scowling, nostrils flaring, and her cheeks as red
as a vine-ripened tomato. The smoke billowing from her ears caused
his vision to blur.
    She spoke through gritted teeth, “Just stop
talking. Let me handle this. Why don’t you wait in the hall?”
    Spinelli recalled Captain Jackson’s words .
Just do as you’re told. Then he sucked in a deep breath. “Fine,
handle it then.”
    Leaving Leaving Shannon unguarded in the
bedroom made Spinelli feel uneasy, but he did find a smidgeon of
comfort in knowing Smith was handcuffed. However, with as angry