(Ridge)
I was in the kitchen making a sandwich I didn't really want when my phone rang.
Unknown number. I almost didn't answer. Then something made me pick it up.
"Hello?" A woman's voice. Older. Careful. "I have someone here who asked me to call this number. She said her name is Mira."
I was on my feet before she finished the sentence.
"Where is she?"
"I'm taking her to Crosswell General. She's hurt but she's talking. She asked me to call you."
"Is she okay?"
"She has an injured ankle. Some cuts. She's covered in dirt. But she's talking and she's alert."
I was already moving. Out of the kitchen. Down the hallway. Through the door.
"Tell her I'm coming," I said.
I hung up.
I didn't stop to tell anyone. Didn't go back inside. Didn't look for Dane or Knox or anyone. Just went str
