Chapter 12It was a few minutes before one that afternoon when Jordan crossed the waiting area for the ER to sit beside Kent on one of the hard plastic chairs. “How is she?” he asked.
Kent sighed. “All I know is what one of the EMTs told me. Her blood pressure is high, which is hardly surprising, she appears to be malnourished, and she’s got bruises on her arms and torso he attributed to her being manhandled and hit, probably with fists. When he asked her, she said Tom hadn’t raped her, which is a blessing of sorts I suppose. The problem is, she wouldn’t go into any details about what happened while the bastard held her in the basement.”
“She’s still coming to grips with finally being out of his clutches, I suspect. Besides, and you might not like this right now, the only one she should t
