Chapter 16
“Goldy … I’m sorry you had to …” Marla rasped. “I can’t believe you and … Bo … what you did …”
“I need your wrist,” I said matter-of-factly. “I’ve got to monitor your pulse. That epinephrine could zap your heart right into overtime.”
“Great.” She struggled to catch her breath. “So then what? Call an ambulance?” Finding this amusing, she wheezed with laughter.
“Look,” I replied, “cool it. I can’t do blood pressure or EKG, but you need to let me check you for extra heartbeats. We may end up at the hospital yet.”
Marla cackled and gasped again. “Leave it to Goldy to break me out of jail using food. Marvelous—”
“Try to calm down,” Bo ordered her gently.
Instead, to my dismay, she gulped for breath and started to weep. She thrust her left hand in my direction. I clasped it, fe
