stomach dropped.
“Know what?”
“Amanda, put the cake down.”
“No. Where is Tyler?”
Reyes stepped closer.
“He’s not here.”
“Where is he?”
A balloon slipped from my wrist and floated toward the ceiling.
“There was an incident this morning,” he said.
My heart started pounding.
“Is he alive?”
“Yes. He’s alive.”
I finally breathed.
“Then where is he?”
“He was taken to St. Matthew’s Hospital.”
PART 2
The cake nearly fell from my hands, but one of Tyler’s coworkers caught it.
“How badly is he hurt?” I asked.
Captain Reyes
