“Edna, what’s her number?” Regan asked quickly, her phone in hand. “I’ll get her on the line for you.”

After one ring, Karen picked up. “Hello.”

“Karen?”

“Yes.”

“This is Nora Regan Reilly’s daughter, Regan. Your mother is—”

“Oh, Regan,” Karen interrupted. “I can’t wait to meet you. I asked Nora to scout out my mother’s garage sale today.”

“I know—”

“My brother, Frankie, just called me,” Karen continued excitedly. “His fiancée told him that the company who ran my mother’s sale is questionable, at best. They threw out her friend’s baseball cards. He had a garage sale today. Some of those baseball cards are worth a fortune. I just hope they didn’t pull anything on us—”

“Karen, I’m not calling about the garage sale. We’re on the way to the hospital. Your mother’s boyfriend, Wilbur—”

“My mother’s boyfriend?” Karen squealed. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend!”

“Yes, Wilbur was taken to a hospital with a possible heart attack,” Regan said, avoiding commentary on Edna’s love life. “My mother and I are bringing your mother there now.”

“What hospital? Where?”

Regan told her, then handed the phone to Edna.

“Karen, I can’t breathe, never mind talk,” Edna said, crying. “Are you coming to the hospital?”

“Yes. I’m in the car now. I’ll tell the driver.”

“Thanks, honey. See you soon. ‘Bye.” Edna handed the phone back to Regan. “Regan, I’m sorry to interrupt your search for Cleo.”

“It’s okay, Edna. We’ll get you to the hospital and take it from there.”

Jack drove swiftly, his siren blaring as they headed for western New Jersey. The GPS instructed him to exit the main highway. They found themselves on a winding country road. The area became more and more rural. It was almost dark. They passed a sign for a log cabin camp—the only one in New Jersey.

Daisy said Cleo liked to go camping with her parents, Regan remembered. I’ve heard there are a lot of camps out this way by the Delaware Water Gap. Could Cleo have come all the way out here? Regan wondered.

When they reached the hospital, Jack pulled up in front of the emergency room entrance. “Go ahead in. I’ll park the car.”

Edna sprinted through the automatic doors. “Wilbur Parks!” she yelled to the receptionist. “Where is he?”

The receptionist frowned and turned to her computer screen. “I think they took him into surgery.”

Edna yelped like a wounded animal, slumping against the desk. Regan and Nora had their arms around her.

“Oops,” the receptionist said blandly, tapping her keys. “That’s someone else. Mr. Parks is doing much better. You can go inside.”