Chapter 17

• Forty-five minutes later, she was standing by the window glaring at the phone in her hand. She really, really missed those old phones, the ones that were attached that you had to actually hang up in a cradle. She really wanted to slam the phone into the cradle—several times, right now. The hospital would tell her nothing! She wasn’t his superior or a family member! The captain had been less than helpful, refusing to send a car for her or to call the hospital for her right then to find out how he was doing.
• She turned and tossed the phone onto the couch. It wasn’t as gratifying as slamming it down, but it helped a little. At least that’s what she told herself. Did she call Rudy and see if he’d loan her his car? She rubbed her hands over her face and tried to reason out whether she could just sit here and wait or if she was going to find a way there.
• What day was it? Saturday? She turned and looked out the window. Rudy would be working the night shift right now. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on staying calm. She looked out the window. It was going to be dark soon. “Dom?” She held her breath and waited for a response. There wasn’t one. She couldn’t even feel the path that linked them together.