CHAPTER 25
She didn’t know how long it had been since Detective Drisklay left when the phone by her bedside rang. There was nobody in the window in front of her room. Who was calling?
She reached her uninjured arm across her body and winced as she tried to pick up the receiver. “Hello?”
“Kennedy, sweetheart, thank God I got hold of you.” Sandy’s voice was breathless. Constantly bustling, just like her. “The nurses told me you were awake now. Has the detective come by, hon? I really want to talk to you before he gets ...”
“Yeah. We already talked.”
“Oh.” Her chipper voice fell flat. “So, he told you then?”
“Yeah. He told me.”
“Baby, I’m so, so sorry. I wish I could come over there and give you a big hug. You know that, don’t you? You know I would if it weren’t for the isolation rules
