Bruce got down from the car, slamming the door behind him as he hurried toward Meret’s house. The police were still questioning Butler Marriott, their voices low but urgent when Bruce approached them.

“Where is Meret?” Bruce asked immediately as Lisa joined him, her heart racing.

“Meret?” Butler Marriott frowned. “I thought you went to the hospital to meet her.”

“We did,” Lisa said quickly. “But we didn't meet her when we got there. We saw her leaving the hospital in a taxi ...