Azrael stood frozen, the phone still pressed to his ear, his heart pounding in his chest. He frantically dialed the number again, but the call went straight to voicemail.
"Track this number!" he demanded, passing the phone to Callum.
Before Callum could react, the phone rang again. He quickly answered and placed the call on speaker. Azrael moved closer, and even the officers leaned in to listen.
"This is from New Polins Hospital," the doctor greeted them, asking them to hurry over quickly.
Callum's eyes widened in shock. The hospital was located miles away in the south. How the heck did she end up so far away?
Meanwhile, Azrael's eyes darkened, his chest tightened. New Polins. The very place where she had died, where he had failed to save her. The memory struck like a hammer, fear flickering across his face.
"Azrael!" Callum called in confusion. He gently shook his shoulder, causing Azrael to snap out of his trance.
