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“Let’s go,” I whisper

Freddie strides forward, stepping into the black rooht behind hiht, and we quickly scan the seen anyone’s slept in the bed

Pushing back the heavy curtains fills the rooan says behind azines and a white plastic binder with his gun

“Check the bathroom,” I tell Freddie, and he nods

He’s only in the small, closet-sized space a , and he calls to me “Sir? I think I’ve found her”

Logan and I both rush to where he’s waiting, and there, in the tub, lies a large, fe sweatpants and a shirt that reads, “I pooped today!”

A plastic bag is over her head, tied at the neck, and it’s dotted with moisture I’m just about to pull out our information to identify the body when the roo

We all freeze, our eyes meet, and I take a second to decide what to do “Identify her,” I say, snatching a towel off the rack

The harsh, , and I slowly approach where it sits on the la, and I pick it up with the towel, holding the receiver nearmy skin

I don’t speak Instead, I wait for the person calling to go first

Silence They’re waiting as well

I’ as Freddie walks out of the bathrooh

“Helen?” the female voice I’ve been desperate to hear speaks

“Zelda?” I say just as fast “Zelda, it’s Cal—where are you?”

Logan stu a towel over his mouth and nose “It’s her,” he says