Janey hung up, her mind racing. “Call Sean,” she barked at herself, abandoning the work on her desk. When Tessa, her sister, had called about fifteen minutes ago, Janey almost hadn’t answered.
Now her sister had been injected with something, five hundred miles away, and there was nothing Janey could do about it.
Except call Sean.
She jabbed at the screen to get to his name, her fingers shaking. She needed an airplane ticket to Nantucket. She needed to pack. She needed to call her daughter and make sure the cats got fed.
Thoughts streamed from one side of her mind to the other as Sean’s line rang. “Janey,” he said. “What—”
“They have Tessa,” she practically yelled. “Bobbie and Riggs Friedman. She called me, and I was listening to the whole call, and Bobbie injected her with something.”
