42 HOPE
Any sleep Peter and Pam got Saturday night was snatched in den chairs as they waited to hear from Carlos or the FBI. They’d heard nothing about his accident and how, when he made it to the hospital, had been put under to fix his shoulder. He’d been trying to communicate something to the ER staff, but his mumblings about needing to make a phone call had been dismissed as part of his head injury. The citizen who’d brought him in didn’t know what happened. He said the man was saying things that made no sense and was probably in shock. By the time he was conscious enough to speak to the police, it was well past midnight.
It wasn’t until three o’clock Sunday morning that Peter and Pam heard from the FBI. The middle-of-the-night FBI agents didn’t say anything about Carlos or who
