Chapter 9When I entered Wharton General Hospital, Nana D was resting in a separate, secure area of the Emergency Room. Given she was the mayor and the sheriff's office needed to speak with her in connection to a murder investigation, privacy was paramount.
Nana D sat up in a hospital bed with an IV drip attached to her arm. Although she wasn't severely injured, she'd been isolated for seventy-two hours in a cabin without heat. Her body temperature had dropped, and she was slightly malnourished. Nana D had survived on a single can of soup and drank tap water to remain hydrated. Her body was fragile, yet there'd been no permanent damage. She'd aged at least a year, but I wouldn't dare say such a horrific thing aloud. Despite her lack of strength, she'd knock me out with the nearest hard obj
