I was in a panic, and in that moment all I could think about was getting them to our house with life support. If I was caught then so be it, I’d find some other way to protect Molly. All that mattered now was finding Star. I told them about her agoraphobia, that she hadn’t been left alone in years and that she’d once attempted suicide. I also told them I hadn’t talked to her in a week, trying to heighten the sense of urgency. It took over an hour for them to call back, an hour of pacing with the cell phone clutched in my hand, dialing the cell from Alex’s land line to make sure it still worked and then pacing again. I imagined all kinds of awful scenarios, a side effect, I guess, of being Star’s daughter. Choking on a hot dog, armed robbery, stroke, anaphylactic shock from a previously unrecognized food allergy; so many things could happen to a person home alone. So when the phone rang, with their first words, This is the Newport News PD, I had that awful sensation you must get when a cop knocks on your door, and you just know that the person you love best is dead.
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