Chapter Nineteen
Maisie
“911, what’s your emergency?” I asked, scanning my computer screen as the system scouted for the caller’s location.
Whether someone was calling from a cell phone or landline, the computer system instantly scanned to pinpoint the location. Before the person answered my question, the system told me they were calling from a cell phone and were located close to the main highway leading into Willow Brook because their signal pinged off of a cell tower beside the highway.
“Um, we had a car accident when we swerved to keep from hitting a moose,” a woman said, her voice shaky.
I tapped the button that would alert the crew on duty, which happened to be Beck’s crew. About the only time I wasn’t thinking about him, more accurately obsessing about him, was when I was takin
