Twenty-Eight
Standing at the scene on the Common was Gabby—literally where they’d found Carly earlier—should have given me a jolt of relief. They’d released another girl. Whatever their motivation was for taking them in the first place, they were still being uncharacteristically merciful in letting them live.
“I saw EMTs arrive earlier. What was that about?” Molly asked as a technician looped another roll of crime scene tape to cordon off the area on screen.
“Lola tried to kill herself using magic. I don’t know if she’s going to make it,” I answered.
“My God,” she whispered. She raked her fingers through her hair. “I thought she wanted to see her brother as a condition of helping us.”
“She did. I think it was to say goodbye.”
“So, we’re back to square one then? I mean, we have to ass
