Chapter FiftyI stared at the closed door for a second before I turned to Diggy. “What do we have for today?”
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and frowning, I took it out. Vicky again. Something cold slithered in my belly. “Vicky, what is it?”
The voice who replied was older, a little gruff, unfamiliar. “Rox?” the woman asked.
I lowered the phone and checked the display.
“Who are you? Where's Vicky?”
“Blonde, blue eyes, about five foot six?” The woman asked.
I pressed a hand over my stomach, against that cold thing inside, twisting and coiling. “Where's she? Who are you?”
“She's in New York Presbyterian Hospital. Your name was on her speed dial. Are you a relative?”
“Yes. I'm her cousin. What happened to her?”
“Your cousin was found unconscious early dawn this morning. She's suffered
