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the open door and peeked in. He didn’t see his son, so he stepped over by the crib.
    “Tammy!”
    She rushed to the room. “What?”
    “Where's Kristian?”
    “He was nap...” She couldn’t finish the sentence as the empty crib came into view.
    “My baby! Where's my baby?” She r an from room to room. Michael dialed the police.
    “911, what is your emergency?”
    “My son, he's missing! Please send help.”
    “Okay, sir, stay calm. How old is your son?”
    “Three months , he's just a newborn.”
    “Is your wife there?”
    “Yes, and she's looking everywhere. He was taking a nap and now he's gone.”
    “Al right sir, the police are on their way.”
    She confirmed the address in west San Antonio and let him off the line to go to his wife.
    Tammy st ood in the front yard, looking down the road, as if someone might show up with her baby at any moment. Tears ran down her cheeks and her body shook. Michael put his arm around her and watched as the first police car arrived. A black and white, closely followed by an unmarked car.
     
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    Detective Jason Strong stepped into the sunlight, tall and thin with dark sunglasses. The uniformed officer immediately went to him, and after a brief discussion, the patrolman had his orders. The detective headed toward the Bartons.
    In plain clothes, he showed his badge to Michael as he walked up. Michael noticed a small gold cross on the detective ’s lapel.
    We can use any help we can get .
    “Mr. and Mrs. Barton?”
    “Yes. I'm Michael, and this is my wife, Tammy.”
    “ Okay, will you take me inside and tell me what happened?”
    “Sure, follow me.”
    Michael led the detective through the entryway and into the living room. He and Tammy sat on the couch while Detective Strong walked to the back door and tried it.
    “Was this unlocked?”
    “Yes. I never lock it during the day unless we leave.” Tammy didn't look up when she answered. She sat staring at a pacifier, turning it over and over in her hands.
    “And what ’s on the other side of the fence?”
    “Just an alley .”
    “Where was the child when you last saw him?”
    “I laid him down in his room for a nap. That was about two. I fell asleep on the couch and didn't hear anything until Michael came home.”
    Her eyes red , she still hadn't stopped shaking.
    Michael watched the detective walk to the nursery. He heard him try the window. Michael had already checked it while Tammy was running around the house. It was locked.
    The detective left the nursery and came over to sit opposite Tammy and Michael. He took out his notepad and stared at them intently.
    “ Okay, I want you to tell me everything you can think of from the moment you woke up this morning. Everything, no matter how small you think it is.”
    For nearly an hour, they recalled every detail they could for the detective. At the same time, crime scene techs and police photographers had invaded their house.
    An officer had strung y ellow crime scene tape around the front yard and stood guard, keeping the neighbors at bay.
     
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    Detective Jason Strong obtained a picture of the baby from Tammy Barton and issued an Amber Alert. The kidnapper had at least a three-hour head start. He was leaning toward kidnapping, because his gut told him the parents were not involved. He hadn't ruled them out, but he was going with what the spirit in him was saying.
    The Amber Alert would have every law officer in the state and surrounding states lo oking for a newborn child. The problem was they don’t know whether the child was taken on foot or by vehicle, nor if he was being kept locally or moved out of state. They needed luck, or for the kidnapper to make a mistake, if they were going to be able to narrow the search.
    A stranger abduction was rare, and the parents were not wealthy enough to warrant a ransom. He ordered a trace put on their phone anyway.
    Nothing he ’d learned from the Bartons had given him a lead, and their story hadn’t