He stares back at me, wide-eyed. “What the fuck do you mean? Morgue?! Her parents had some fucking private contractors come move her to a private hospital. Paid a shit ton of money, too. I was talkin’ to the local PD about it on the way here.”
“She’s alive?” I ask, and my voice actually fucking squeaks.
“Yeah, what the fuck were you thinkin’?” he asks, and I can see he’s still real fucking pissed at me.
“Shit,” I sigh with a breath of relief, but my heart is still fucking broken from her being taken. “The nurse made it sound like she died.”
She’s alive, but where is she?