I followed Nora into the kitchen after she was done stretching out.
“I’m starving,” she said, searching in the pantry. We’d distributed most of the food to the survivors already, so there wasn’t much left in the kitchen. It was just fortunate that the hotel had been stocked with food when we’d arrived, and that Tony’s men had guarded everything against other possible thieves.
“So,” I said. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
She sat on one of the counters and opened up the box of crackers she’d lucked out finding. “My dad.”
I’d forgotten all about her dad, who’d supposedly been transferred to the CDC.
“I’m sorry, Nora,” I said. “I’d forgotten all about that. We’ll have to help you find him.”
“Actually, I’ve spoken to one of the other survivors who’d seen my dad. I guess he took
