Pam POV
I was a bag of nerves as I waited for Bob and Bethany to come back. Judy seemed to push tea rather than coffee, but coffee was always the drink for most police as a thermos of tea tasted terrible when a thermos of coffee did not, or maybe it was just me. The tea was camomile, and I was not too sure about it, but I took the cup from her with thanks and took small sips all the same as the room talked about different things. Thomas held mini Bob, rubbing his back to get up some wind, as Judy had just fed him. The child was a good-looking baby. It was still tiny and slept most of the time; I was hesitant to hold him, not having much to do with children and babies in particular. I was unfamiliar with the basics of holding and burping a baby; I was happy to watch and learn. I was an onl
