CONCIERGE WENDY EXITED the hotel with a bag of trash from the lobby. She sucked in the fresh, cool air and leaned back against the door, enjoying the momentary respite from the pounding music inside the hotel.
After a moment, she opened her eyes and started toward the dumpster tucked against the wall to the side of the door.
She stopped suddenly, blinking when she saw the dark, silent ambulance parked there. “What the?” She walked over and checked the cab of the truck. It appeared empty. Frowning, she dropped the bag of trash into the dumpster and headed back inside.
That ambulance should have left hours ago. What was it doing still sitting behind the hotel? Shrugging, she decided Bella must have recovered and they ended up not taking her to the hospital after all. The Rawnies had alway
