When she jolted awake, she blinked in confusion at the dark unfamiliar room. “Mrs. Dawson?” a man’s voice spoke quietly through the door. Annie slipped into a robe and hurried to the door. “Yes?” she said as she peeked through the tiny peephole. She was surprised to see a young man in a police uniform. Surely the car hadn’t been broken into again. “I’m a police officer, ma’am,” the young man said. “You’re needed downstairs.” Annie opened the door and looked at the officer in concern. “Is everything OK?” “I just need you to come downstairs, ma’am.” “May I get dressed first?” “Quickly,” the officer responded. Annie nodded and closed the door. She changed into pair of linen slacks and a matching tank. Then she slipped into her flats and grabbed her crochet cardigan from where it was draped over a chair.
