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Roxie dialed Ava. “Hey, I need Glenda's phone number… What? Because Joy's missing and we think Glenda might know where she is… Just give me the damn number, Ava.”

She scribbled something on a napkin, then hung up and immediately dialed again.

“Glenda? It's Roxie… Yes, we got your flowers, thank you… Actually, that's why I'm calling. We can't find Joy. The nurse said you and Joy were heading to the elevators together when she last saw you together…”

Roxie's expression grew more puzzled as she listened.

“Are you sure you don't know where she went?… Okay, if you hear from her, please call me immediately… No, there’s no need for you to come back to the hospital.”

She hung up and looked at all of us with confusion written across her face.

“She says she delivered the flowers with Joy, then left immediately. Claims she has no idea where Joy went after that.” Roxie shook her head. “But she seemed genuinely surprised and concerned that Joy was missing. Even offered to come back and help look.”

The door opened, Trenda and Ava walked back in, their faces ashen. “Anything?” Trenda asked.

I shook my head.

A different nurse appeared in the doorway, looking annoyed. “Excuse me, but there are too many people in this room. Hospital policy limits visitors to three at a time.”

“Get out,” I snarled.

The nurse's eyes widened.

“Graham.” Roxie's voice carried a warning.

“I don't give a shit about hospital policy. Joy is missing.”

Before the nurse could respond, the door burst open again as Nash rushed in, looking grim.

“We found her on the security footage,” Nash announced.

“Where is she?” I demanded, struggling to sit up despite the pain in my ribs.

“She was in the parking garage. She was walking voluntarily with some woman, who then stabbed a syringe into her neck and pushed her into the trunk of her car.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. The room went dead silent except for the beeping of my monitors.

“Short brown hair?” I asked Nash.

“Yes.”

I turned to Roxie. “Could it be this Glenda bitch?”

“Are you asking if Glenda could have drugged and kidnapped Joy?” Ava asked.

“Yes!” I spat out.

“Hell yes,” Ava answered. “I always thought she had psycho tendencies.”

“How long ago?” Seth's voice was deadly calm.

“Fifty-three minutes,” Nash said, checking his watch. “We've got the license plate and vehicle description. We’ve got an all-points bulletin out on the car.”

I started pulling off the monitors attached to my chest as I sat up, fighting the dizziness threatening to send me back under.

“Graham, what are you doing?” Trenda grabbed my good arm.

“I'm going after her.”