The woman looked at him in wide-eyed horror. She looked just as scared and helpless as the baby, crying in her arms.
“It’s okay, dear. Momma won’t let anyone hurt you,” she whispered to the baby, gently rocking it in her arms. Trembling in fear, she looked up at David, with tears in her frightened eyes. “Please let us go. I don’t know who you are and I swear I won’t tell anyone. My purse is in the drawer and...” She hastily tore out her pearl necklace and held it to him. “This is the only jewelry I have. Take it, just take it all,” she cried frantically.
David felt like a monster for barging into her room and pointing his gun at them. “I am not a robber. My name is David Andrews. I am in the Brooklyn Police Department," he said. "This isn’t a safe place to be in, ma’am, especially with
