CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Connie ran into Jolie after leaving the bathroom nearly an hour later.
“Hey.” Jolie gawked at Connie’s messed up clothing. “Have you been in the bathroom all this time? Are you all right? What did the caller say?”
“I’ve been on the phone for the last forty minutes calling hospitals.”
“What? Why?”
Connie fixed the collar on her blazer. “Can we talk?”
“Sure.”
They went into the stairwell for privacy.
“I think I got something concerning the caller.”
Jolie crossed her arms around her folder.
“He showed me the girl, and she had a bandage on her cheek where he’d cut her.”
Jolie’s forehead wrinkled.
“So I got his dumbass to admit he took her to a hospital. I called every hospital in Baltimore and found out a woman who fits her description was taken to Ferritin.”
“So
