I don't move immediately.
That's the thing about working in an ER. You learn that the first ten seconds after bad information arrives are not for action. They're for assessment. You take the information, you hold it, you look at it from every angle before you decide what it means and what comes next.
Dark hair. Medium height. Private records room. Eleven forty-seven.
Nora Reyes fits that description.
So do approximately forty thousand other women in Chicago.
"Where is she now?" I ask.
"Study," Dominic says. "Isobel is with her."
"Does Isobel know about the description?"
"That's who called me."
I get up from the window seat. "Don't do anything yet."
He looks at me. "Ella..."
"Don't do anything yet," I say again. "I want to talk to her."
"She could be dangerous."
"She could be f
