Sara drove as quickly as she dared. She worried if she should be the one to break the news. As she parked, Daphine pulled in beside her.
“What"s happened?” Daphine asked, hurrying around the rear of her van. “Your messages were frantic.” Since childhood, she and Sara had shared thoughts without speaking. Daphine stared at her a moment, then her expression sobered. “No!” she said.
“Yes.”
A nondescript, white four-door sedan equipped with official-looking spotlights on both sides of the windshield turned down the embankment. A man and a woman climbed out.
Daphine ran toward the patient facility. “I"ll get Fredrik.”
Before anyone climbed the stairs, Sara introduced herself to the two young detectives, Vance and de Giorgio, and told them who she was. Esmerelda must have seen or heard the
