Finding Mercie by Blaine Yorgeson

As Hector Lopez runs against the frigid Chicago wind clutching the bleeding girl in his arms, he hopes his ailing heart doesn't fail before he reaches the medical clinic. Even after safely delivering the child and continuing on his way to work, Hector cannot forget the image of the little girl curled up like a rag doll in a small pool of mostly frozen blood. And if he could possibly forget the incident, the Chicago Police Department will not let him—particularly detective Lee Tierney, whose prejudiced eye sees a killer in this Good Samaritan. Now burdened as a murder suspect, Hector witnesses the further unraveling of his life when his teenage son, Raul, announces that his girlfriend is pregnant. Then Hector's cancer suddenly comes out of remission, threatening his life as well as his relationship with Liliana—the one woman he's loved since being widowed years earlier. And when Raul's itch to find the true killer spirals out of control, Hector finds himself desperately running once again to save an innocent life—and possibly his own. With more than 3 million copies of his work sold worldwide, award-winning author Blaine M. Yorgason has written more than seventy books, including the bestselling novels Charlie's Monument, Windwalker, and Hearts Afire.

I couldn't get into this book at all. I enjoyed part of the first chapter and that's where my reading ended. I tried to read several other chapters, hoping to get hooked and it didn't happen for me. I skimmed and skipped and turned pages. There wasn't enough for me to even care about the hurt girl, where she came from or the story about her. 

I can't give this book an honest rating either. From the bits I did read, it was clean.
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"Chapter 25
In a daze of anguish and fear, Hector rode the bus from the hospital to the Avondale stop nearest North Richmond. he shad spent hours in the room of the injured child listing to her soft groans and whimpers as he wiped away her tears and only gradually developing hop that because she was in a comatose state, she wasn't actually feeling the pain that was in her voice and wetting her cheeks. Or at least that was what the nurses had told him ,though how much they actually knew, he wasnt' certain. But in case she was feeling things, he had continued his silent praying, pleading with the Great God in Heaven that He watch over her and hold her in His healing hands. And also that He hold Hector in the same marvelous way.
Numbly Hector walked from the bu stop to his home, entered, and was immediately surrounded with its familiar loneliness, the empty feeling that had only grown worse as Raul had matured. Turning on the light in the kitchen, he stared about him, thinking that he should eat but having no idea what. Finally in silent resignation he abandoned the idea, returned to the darkened living room and fell heavily on the couch."