From the Toronto Star, Saturday, February 14, 1983
Two-day-old Cassidy Jane Lefevre was stolen from Gracefield Hospital, snatched from the nursery between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m. The hospital is cooperating with the official investigation. Cassidy’s parents, Bottle-Up magnates Gina and Daniel Lefevre, are devastated at the loss of their first child. Five million dollars is offered for the return of their baby. There are no suspects but there are a few people of interest, including a missing nurse.
In the past year, four newborns have been abducted from hospitals in Quebec and Ontario. Is there a black market?
Mary scanned the rest of the five-month-old article. It sounded so ugly. Some people were so desperate for a baby they didn’t know where else to turn. Kids deserved parents who’d love them, not keep them as prizes. Rich people were all the same.
“Excuse me. Would you like something to eat or drink?”
Mary looked blankly at the stewardess. “Something to drink…oh…no. No. I’m fine, thank you.” Mary folded the clipping and stuffed it in the brown envelope she’d propped beside her hip, shuffling the baby to her other arm.
“She sure is cute.” Smiling, the stewardess tilted her head, opened her mouth and clicked her tongue.
“Well, thank you. I think she is too. She’s a beauty. My best…g-grandchild yet.” Mary looked down at the baby sleeping in her arms, then back at the stewardess. She beamed at her. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing to say so. Thank you. It means a lot when others notice what I think is true.”
“What’s her name?”
Mary’s hand shook as she patted her carefully coiffed, dull gray hair. Her scalp itched, but she didn’t dare scratch. The wig would no doubt shift, so she restrained herself, glad the charade was almost over. “C-candy.”
“How about you? Do you have kids?”
“Oh, that’s a shame. Why, I bet you’d be the best mom ever. It would sure be the cutest tyke, too. You with your blonde hair and blue eyes.”
“Thanks.” She grinned at Mary before shifting her gaze to wink at the baby. “Sorry, but I’ve got to keep moving. Excuse me.”
The stewardess’ eyes darted from Mary to the man beside her. Mary leaned on the armrest between them, closing the distance. His head whipped around to stare at her, his shoulder bumping her cheek. She smiled indulgently at him before shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. The stewardess nodded in acknowledgement, rolling her eyes as if saying, “men.”
Mary took a deep calming breath, reminding herself that this was almost over.