Twenty-Three
I didn’t’ dare speak, too wrapped up in the gravity of the captain’s words. They found Carly Ramirez. There were no qualifiers of where, when, or how. My brain began a downward spiral into all the terrible possibilities.
“Where? When?” Molly asked the questions I couldn’t make my mouth form.
“About twenty minutes ago. She was spotted wandering on the Common. Dispatch received ten different calls reporting they saw her.”
“So, she’s alive,” I breathed, relief cascading over me until the look of apprehension on the captain’s face turned that wave into an icy chill.
“She’s alive, but she’s confused. She’s being taken to Boston Medical for evaluation. I want you both to be there.”
“We’re on our way,” I said, halfway out the door before Molly could get a word in edgewise.
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