Forgotten Baby

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Review Chain
Investigator Brian Williams investigates his first suspected insurance fraud case and saves a baby in Atlanta.

Submitted: March 25, 2017

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Over lunch on Monday, Brian thought, I need to discuss the two cases that bother me. “Jim, two of the cases I reviewed looked suspicious. I think that I should fly down to Atlanta next week and check them out. I know that I just started, is that Okay.”

“Sure, that’s what we hired you for, stay in touch with Helen. I can call you if we get something new to check out while you're in Atlanta. I appreciate your getting involved so quickly, fraud is our greatest problem in da insurance business.”

"I am really concerned about the safety of this young boy. The father insured him for fifty thousand, why would anyone need that much insurance for an infant."

"We do try to avoid that, and some states have tried to pass laws limiting the amount, but where do you draw da line, after all this is a free country!"

"Thank you for Lunch, next time it's on me." Brian said.

“Helen, I will be on the road for a few days, you have my cell phone, text me if anything changes on those two cases I flagged. I will be looking into them.”

“Okay, should I make reservation for you?”

“That would be great, Round trip to Atlanta with an open return, and a motel room on the north side of town.”

“Okay, I will text you with the details, you will need a rental car, what do you prefer?”

“Whatever is available will be fine.”

“Here is your company credit card, try to use it for all your travel expenses, it makes it easier than filling out an expense report.”

Better call Carol and let her know.

“Carol, I wanted to let you know that I will need a bag packed for a few days, got to go down to Atlanta and check out a couple of insurance cases.”

“Okay, two days enough? I’ll be at work, they will be by the front door.”

“That will be fine, when do you expect the movers back?”

“They called and said they will be here tomorrow with the second truck, so I’ll be busy unpacking again, have a safe trip and hurry home, love you.”

“Love you too, this could be a very interesting job.”

Chicago O’Hare made it easy, being close to Oak Brook, and the Monday morning rush to the airport was over. I will have to try and avoid Monday mornings and Friday evenings here.

Waiting for the plane to leave the gate, I thought about my old construction job, and the 13th floor that I ordered by mistake and had to return all that material to the factory. What a mess that turned out to be, and one of the biggest mistakes I had ever made. I hope my feelings about this young boy will not be true.

As the plane started to taxi out to the runway, Brian gripped the arm rests till his knuckles turned white.

“Are you all right?” Asked the passenger next to him.

“I have memories coming back, of that taxi out of the KC-130 in 1991, in route to Desert Storm, loaded with 11,000 gallons of fuel for refueling fighter planes for the war. While the KC-130 started its climb to 1,300 feet the port engine died and the aircraft banked and lost altitude. The pilot attempted to recover when it hit a high voltage power tower and broke in half. Strapped in the back end I ended up in thick bushes, still in my seat, unhurt. I witnessed the plane and the rest of the crew go up in a ball of fire as the fuel on board exploded.

On every flight I experience the same horrible image in my mind of that explosion. I can only grip the seat and close my eyes until the flight levels off.”

“I understand, hang in there, we’ll be in the air soon!”

The two hour flight passed quickly as the plane level out for a long slow approach into Hartsville International. The Atlanta skyline looked great out the right side passenger window. Just before the Delta plane touched down Brian dosed off and didn’t wake up until they taxed up to the gate.

Driving up Interstate 75 to the northern suburb, he checked into the motel. Concerned that he might be too late, drove out to the subdivision and located the couple’s home, found a house for sale that looked empty and parked in the driveway where he could see the front of the house.

Around six that afternoon the wife pulled into the drive way, unbuckled the young boy from the back seat, took the baby in and turned the lights on in the home. About thirty minutes later, the husband pulled in, and transferred the baby carrier from the wife’s car to his. Brian watched the house until the light went out before returning to the motel.

“Front desk.”

“I would like a wakeup call at Five AM.”

That should give me enough time to make it back to my lookout before they left for work. The wife left first, without the boy. Then the husband brought the boy out and buckled him into the back, pulled a blanket over his head to keep the light out of his eyes. He must be still sleeping.

The SUV backed out and Brian followed at a distance. A temperature of close to ninety was expected before the end of the day, I have a bad feeling. The SUV stopped at a QT for gas and the husband left the boy in the unlocked SUV and went inside for coffee. Returning to the car he drove to his work place, a large business complex with a large parking lot. He did not even look back, as he left the car and boy, slowly walking toward the building.

I could hardly wait for him to get out of sight, before calling 911.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“I have found what may be a baby in a locked SUV, there is a blanket over the car seat, so I’m not sure, but I thought I saw movement.”

“Please remain there, I have your GPS location and the EMS team will be there shortly. Do you have anything to break out the driver’s side glass?”

“Yes, I should have a tire tool in with my spare.”

“How long has he been in there?”

“I don’t know.”

“Feel the glass and see if it is warm.”

“No, it’s still cool.”

“Okay, give the EMS a few minutes to get there, they can unlock the vehicle. Don’t hang up, stay with me.”

“I just witnessed the blanket moving again. I think he’s Okay. I hear the firetrucks coming now, and the police.”

“Stand back please.” As the fireman slid the flat metal hook down the side of the glass and popped the lock up on the SUV. They removed the baby and checked him out.

“Do you know who the owner of the SUV is?” Asked the police woman.

“No, I just walked by and spotted the bundle in the back seat. I have an appointment, can I go now?

“Yes, 911 has your mobile number if we need any more information, thank you so much, you know you just saved this baby life don’t you.”


 

 


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