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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. CHAPTER ONE
  4. CHAPTER TWO
  5. CHAPTER THREE
  6. CHAPTER FOUR
  7. CHAPTER FIVE
  8. CHAPTER SIX
  9. CHAPTER SEVEN
  10. CHAPTER EIGHT
  11. CHAPTER NINE
  12. CHAPTER TEN
  13. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  14. CHAPTER TWELVE
  15. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  16. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  18. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  20. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  21. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  22. CHAPTER TWENTY
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  32. CHAPTER THIRTY
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  42. CHAPTER FORTY
  43. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  52. Acknowledgments
  53. About the Author
  54. ALSO BY FAYE KELLERMAN
  55. Credits
  56. Copyright
  57. About the Publisher

ONCE AGAIN, MARGE and Oliver sat in space control central at St. Tim’s. What was even more amazing was that Peter was still on duty. “Does he ever go home?” Oliver asked Ivan Povich.

“He goes home, he comes back.” Povich pulled the cassette tape. “I got your message, Sergeant. This is from the emergency vehicle area. We have cameras everywhere. You ask for entrances and exits, I don’t think about emergency areas. My mistake. I would have given this to you.”

“No problem,” Marge said.

“We are lucky. It was just about to be taped over. But I have what you need.”

“Small favors are good,” Marge said.

Povich popped the cassette into the machine and fast-forwarded it until the tape displayed last Monday’s date. The three of them watched the monitor. Ambulances coming in with hapless patients hooked up to IVs, strapped onto gurneys. In the time frame they watched, it was mostly the same people in the same vans, even though different emergency vehicles came from lots of different places.

No body bags but Marge did see something interesting. At 11:13, a civilian car was backing up toward the docks and then it disappeared from the camera’s eye. She kept watching for another minute or two, then her eyes widened.

“Stop the machine!”

“What is it?” Oliver asked.

Marge didn’t answer. “Go back a few frames.”

“What do you see, Marge?” Oliver asked.

“I’m not sure. That’s why I want to look again.”

The tape was rewound, the black-and-white figures jerking and jumping as they moved from frame to frame.

“Stop!” Marge pointed to a small, lone figure standing at the docks. “Can you enlarge this image?”

Povich said, “Peter, come here. Can you enlarge this over here?”

Wordlessly, Peter got up and took control of the monitor, and the small figure grew. With each enlargement, the image lost clarity.

Marge told him. “Look familiar, Scott?”

“No. All I see is a blur.”

“Make it smaller, Peter.” The mute security operator took it down a few notches. “How about now?”

Oliver stared at the figure. “Nothing.”

“Don’t look at the face. Look at the scrubs, then look at the size and build of the person.”

“Mandy Kowalski.”

“Could be right.”

“Maybe.”

“What’s she doing out there? Watching gurneys being loaded in and out of ambulances?”

“Only one way to know,” Oliver got up. “Let’s find her and ask her about it.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE