“Sandy, it’s me. Please don’t hang up. We need to meet, you need to tell the truth. I don’t think you’re any safer than I would be in that neighborhood. Sandy, you’re a liability to them. Meet me at three this afternoon. There’s an old fire station in the city, it’s called Engine House No 5.” Eve gave her instructions how to find it, and then added, “Bring Trent, please. I need to see my son.” She hung up without waiting for a response. Sitting, she sighed. How did we get to this?
“She coming?” Christine was rubbing her hair with a towel, another towel wrapped around her dripping body.
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