Joanne offered a grateful smile to the nurses who had come to her aid against the agent. They merely waved it off. She might have been a handful with the call button earlier, but she was still one of their own. After all, the entire rehabilitation center in their hospital existed because of her contributions. Joanne Smith wasn't just a patient—she was a VIP.
Wasting no time, Joanne dived into the security footage, her fingers tapping furiously on the screen. Her heart pounded. Charlotte hadn't shown up at her house—not even once that afternoon.
A cold dread crept up her spine. What if Caruso had gotten to her? What if something horrible had happened to that poor girl? What if she had been kidnapped on her way?
Her pulse thrummed with rising panic as she scoured every angle of footage, desperate for a sign of Charlotte.
