“EMS should be here any minute,” said Heather, “I’ll go down to the lobby to meet them.”

“She was a little depressed about the attack, but I can’t believe she’d take a whole bottle of pills,” said Sean. “I didn’t realize how upset she was. I should have seen it.”

There was a commotion out in the hall as the EMS technicians and Heather ran in. Checking Zoe’s vitals, they placed her on a wheeled gurney and hooked her up to monitors. The technicians got some basic info from Daryl and Sean and were given the empty bottle of Ambien to take with them to the hospital. Seconds later, they hustled an unconscious Zoe out the door and onto the elevator with Daryl, Heather and Sean following behind. “I’ll ride in the ambulance with Zoe,” said Sean.

Carrying his groceries up Central Park West, Conner saw an ambulance with its strobe lights flashing in front of his building. When he spotted the detectives and then Sean climbing into the back of the ambulance, he dropped his bags on the sidewalk and ran towards them.

“What’s going on?” Conner shouted as he approached.

“Your wife may have taken an overdose of Ambien,” said Daryl. “They’re taking her to Regency Memorial Hospital now.”

“I don’t understand,” said a stunned Conner watching the ambulance roar off with sirens blaring. “I left her just a few hours ago and she was fine. Is she okay?”

“She’s still breathing. We’re heading over to the hospital now. You can ride with us,” said Daryl.

“I have to go upstairs to get my insurance cards and medical information,” said Conner as he turned to go into his building. “I’ll meet you in the emergency room in ten minutes.”

Once inside the apartment, Conner went straight into his bedroom to get his insurance papers. That’s when he noticed his overnight bag had been moved from where he left it. He reached inside the bag into the side pocket—the burner phone was gone.

It’s got to be here. Dumping the contents of the bag out onto the bed, he sifted through all the items but there was no phone. Zoe must have taken it. She can’t keep her hands off anything. Shit. Hunting around the apartment, he opened drawers and closets, and then rifled through his wife’s clothes and personal items. Moving to the living room he rummaged through several end-table drawers and cabinets. He glanced down at his watch. Eight minutes had passed since the ambulance had left. I have to leave for the hospital right now or it will look suspicious.