Charles spent the rest of the afternoon on the phone.
“Nothing?" he asked, pacing his apartment. “You're sure?"
On the other end, his friend from a major public hospital sounded apologetic. “I checked every ER log in the city, Charles. No one by the name Emma Lane. No unidentified patient matching her description either."
“But the staff at the venue said she'd been in an accident," Charles said. “They said an ambulance took her."
“Maybe it was a private hospital," his friend suggested. “Or she used an alias. Big names do that all the time."
Charles pressed his fingers to his forehead. “Right. Thanks."
He hung up and stared at his contacts list, then started calling every doctor, every manager, every assistant he thought might know something.
No one did.
Either they truly didn't kno
