Seventeen
“It’s okay, Mrs. Bernadine.” Lisha pushed her hand at her. “Calm down. We’re looking for that little girl. You know her … little Bea?”
Mrs. Bernadine continued to babble and point. Tears streamed down her face.
Carol walked up behind Lisha. “What’s got her so agitated?”
“I don’t know. She’s been doing that since—”
“Eeee!”
Lisha clapped her hands to her mouth. “Someone screamed!”
Carol twirled around. “Close by.”
Boom!
“Gunshot!” Lisha froze. “I know that sound.”
Mrs. Bernadine babbled even louder and pointed right at the nurses.
“She’s … she’s pointing at us.” Lisha started to turn.
Carol nodded toward the utility closet. “There, Mrs. B?”
Mrs. Bernadine started bouncing in her chair. “Babble, babble.” Her head nodded up and down.
“She’s pointing there.” Carol backed
