Because the December night outside was
freezing, literally--that was what had made her scamper across Telegraph
Road's lethal arteries, after all--Luke knelt down at the curb and collected
her into his lap. When the Detroit police found him, he was cradling her
bare feet between his palms.
The shoes had been knocked from her feet, he explained in quite a level
voice, and he couldn't find them anymore. But she'd always hated the cold--she
was quite a baby about it, in fact.
He took home artifacts