Her hand flew to her mouth.
They stood so quickly that she knocked the chair sideways.
He grabbed her purse and coat.
Then they rushed out.
The bill was still sitting on the table.
That was when I understood.
“They weren’t running away from the check.”
Jett looked at me.
“No.”
I was already heading toward the employee lounge.
The valet working that morning hadn’t been on duty the night before, but Jett found the man who had been.
“Do you remember that couple from table twelve?” I asked.
He nodded.
“They were in a hurry.”
“Did they say where they were going?”
He thought for a moment.
“The husband told me to get their car immediately.”
Then he frowned.
“He was on the phone. I heard him say something like, ‘Call the hospital. Tell them we’re coming.’”
Hospital.
My heart started racing.
Jett grabbed his keys.
“I’m coming with you.”
“No.”
“Laura, you have no idea who these people are.”
“That’s exactly why I have to go.”
For four months, I had waited.
Waited for police.
Waited for phone calls.
Waited for someone to recognize my mother.
Waited for another person to find the clue I couldn’t find myself.
Waiting had done nothing.
I slipped the ring into my pocket.
This time, I was going.
I reached the hospital in about twelve minutes.
I ran from the parking lot toward reception with the plastic bag clenched in my hand.
A receptionist in blue scrubs looked up.
“I’m trying to find my mother.”
I pulled one of the missing-person flyers from my bag.
Her photograph was worn from being folded and unfolded so many times.
“Her name is Evelyn Mercer. She disappeared four months ago.”
The receptionist looked at the photograph.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t provide patient information.”
“Please.”
I held up the ring.
“She was wearing this when she disappeared. Last night, two people had it at the restaurant where I work. They left suddenly and came here.”
Her expression changed.
She looked at the poster again.
Then she started typing.
“What did they look like?”
I described the couple.
Seconds passed.
They felt like hours.
Finally, she shook her head.
“There’s nobody registered under Evelyn Mercer.”
My hope collapsed.
Then she stopped.
“Wait.”
She typed again.
Her expression became more serious.
“There is an unidentified woman.”
I stepped closer.
