Amelia Cobb, her nerves on edge tonight, had spent most of the night searching without finding anyone. As her frustration peaked, she had yet to find any answers.
Her face furious, she reached past Lucas Atkins and stretched her hand through the car window, pressing the door release.
Pulling open the door, she dragged out the woman slumped over the steering wheel.
The woman, exhausted, collapsed on the ground.
William Cobb, seeing the bloodied woman, stared in shock.
As he prepared to say something, Amelia slowly crouched down, squatting on one knee as her boot crumpled upon itself.
Lifting the woman's chin, Amelia questioned her with a nearly bewitching tone, "Silvia Swift, I haven't treated you poorly, have I?"
The woman lying on the ground slowly nodded her head.
"Now, you urgently need to see Christopher Robinson."
The woman nodded her head again.
Amelia was pacing herself, coaxing more words from her.
