It looked like a busy night at Cumberland Medical Center. McCabe supposed the combination of a Saturday night and warmer temperatures was luring people out of their houses and into trouble. He stood inside the entrance to the ER looking for someone who could tell him where he could find Maggie. No one seemed to be manning the reception desk. He looked through tight knots of people, the overflow from the waiting area. A teenaged boy moaned nearby. He finally spotted a woman in a white coat, kneeling down and taking information from a dirty-looking man who lay stretched out across three plastic chairs in the waiting area. He looked like he’d come out on the wrong end of a bar fight. McCabe headed toward her, squeezing past a couple in their eighties who sat quietly side by side, holding hands, her head on his shoulder, her eyes red as if she’d been crying. Next to them a three-year-old child was howling in his mother’s arms.‘I’m looking for Detective Margaret Savage,’ McCabe said, holding up his shield to the woman in white.‘Who?’ She looked confused.‘Savage.
