She hadn't slept more than twenty minutes at a time in the last forty-eight hours and was hoping to get a little rest now that the nurse had been in to record her daughter's vitals. Daphne rubbed her gritty eyes in an attempt to coax some moisture from them. Her hand found the handle of the reclining chair and pushed it down, tucking the footrest back in its place. "Can I help you?" Daphne asked. "I'm Detective Leon Pushkin, Las Vegas Metro." Daphne rose. The two shook hands. "You're Sarah's mother?" "That's right." "Getting any sleep?" "Not much." Tim was asleep in the chair beside her. "Better take this to the hall," Daphne said. They left the room to talk. "What do you know?" Daphne asked. "We have tire marks. Looks like the bastards stopped then continued on." "Security footage?" Daphne asked. Pushkin shook his head, "Nothing yet.
