THEY’D JUST SETTLED in and reclined back when Lizzie’s cell phone rang. She glanced at the screen, then answered with a grin.
“Hey you,” she said. “What’s up?”
“Detective Zimmerman,” Nathan said. “Are you still at Rick and Faith’s?”
“Yes, we are.”
“I have an update for you.”
“An update? At eight-forty-five at night? Did the judge decide to speed things up?” she teased. “And why are you being so formal?”
He cleared his throat.
“Because this is an official call. I need to make you aware that Samantha Kennard escaped custody this evening.”
Lizzie almost dropped the phone.
“I’m... I’m sorry, what did you say? I think maybe I just had some sort of small seizure that made me think you said....”
Lizzie’s tone and volume increasing in dramatic fashion resulted in Rick and Donny hurriedly
