CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
As Officer Frisbie helped Riley up from the bed, Riley heard her call out something to one of the cops in the hall. It was a simple order of some sort, but at the moment it sounded like gibberish to Riley.
Riley did make out a woman’s sharp reply. “Do you think that’s a good idea? I mean, isn’t she—?”
“Don’t argue with me,” Frisbie snapped back. “Make it fast.”
Officer Frisbie took Riley gently by the arm and led her out of her room. The hallway seemed painfully bright, and Riley had to squint. She couldn’t actually feel her legs, but she knew they must be down there, obediently carrying her along. Still, she didn’t think she could rely on them, and she was glad that someone was supporting her.
Officer Frisbie led Riley into the bathroom and said, “Get out of those
