CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
My feet stop on the cobblestone path that leads from the hospital to the gravel carpark. I stare in surprise at Detective Bryce. She’s wearing another perfectly fitted charcoal gray suit, with a flak jacket wrapped over the top half. It gives her a strange, bulky appearance. She slams the door of her dark sedan closed and walks toward us.
“What are you doing here?” I gasp as my ankle rolls on the gravel, sending pain ricocheting around my body. I peer around for my friend. “Where’s Elisa? Cassandra?” I glance back at the hospital. Three levels of red brick and large stone blocks loom over us. Many of the upper floor windows are boarded up, and broken glass lies outside the window my grandmothers shattered for their dramatic entry.
My shoes crunch over the loose grave
