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Rescuers and friends. 1976.
Emilee bolted upright the moment her cup was empty. I forgot about Connor. How long have we been here? Thirty minutes? Enough time for him to harm others or himself—even freeze to death. He could have knocked his head again.
Why do I still feel sorry for the man?
The crackling fire, the sanctuary, and Thomas Hill’s oozing persona had clouded her common sense. She had to phone the hospital.
They can track him down.
The telephone was in the kitchen.
Caitlynn refused to be left alone, despite a blanket tucked around her shoulders, nestled in front of the fire. Neither would she walk. She only clung to her mother’s arms.
Thomas placed a pot on the front burner while she dialed.
“No, I don’t know where Mr. O’Hannigan is. He left the apartment thirty minut
