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stopped by to see her.  I told her all she should be worrying about right now is having her baby.  Right now, that’s her job.”
    “Right.  Well.  My job right now is to get back to finding a real flesh and blood suspect.  The driver of the car Rosie’s daughter was in was pronounced dead at the scene.  Jarred Perrigon was his name.  That makes our missing person a murderer.”  He kissed her cheek.  “Don’t worry about any of that.  Just go help your friend.  I love you.”
    “Love you, too.”  Darcy gave him a quick hug as a thank you before slipping into the interview room.  Rosie looked up at her with tears in her eyes and a trembling lip.  “Oh, Rosie, I’m so sorry.”
    She swept across the tiny room in three steps to bend down and embrace her friend sitting in the chair on one side of the metal interview table.  Rosie was more than twice Darcy’s age, but the two of them had been friends for years.  There was no embarrassment now as they cried together.
    “They wouldn’t let me go in to see her.  At the hospital,” Rosie stumbled her way through an explanation.  “I called and told them I was Lindsay’s mother and they said she was in surgery and I couldn’t even see her until she came out and that was hours ago!”  She took a shaky breath.  “I had to come here and see what was going on and your Jon took such good care of me, Darcy.  I’m so glad he came back to our little town.”
    “So am I,” Darcy admitted, smiling even as she held back tears for Rosie.  “I tell you what.  I’m done here and Izzy can watch the store for me.  Why don’t I drive you over to Meadowood and we’ll find out if you can see Lindsay now, all right?”
    The look of gratitude in Rosie’s eyes was overwhelming.  “I’d like that.  I haven’t seen my daughter in so long, Darcy.  She was my youngest.  Just the baby of the family.  Just a few years older than you.  We had the stupidest fight and we’re both so stubborn about these things.  I had almost given up hope of ever seeing her again but now that this man is in her life she wanted to reconnect with me.  This was supposed to be such a happy day.  Now I might lose her…”
    Darcy hoped that wasn’t true.  She didn’t pray very often, but she silently asked God, or the Great Spirit, or whatever name was appropriate for the being t hat oversaw the Universe and its little problems, to please let Rosie’s daughter be all right.

Chapter Three
     
    St. John Camilus Hospital in Meadowood was the closest one to Misty Hollow.  It was a half an hour’s drive away and Rosie spent that time telling stories of when Lindsay was a young girl, and then a teenager, before she’d walked out of her mother’s life.  There was laughter and sadness in those stories, and all of the things that went into a good life.  Darcy listened to every word as she drove Rosie’s car as fast as the speed limit would let her.
    When they got to the hospital and parked in a space close to the building, all of the urgency drained out of Rosie.  She sat there, staring at the brown brick of the three story hospital building.  Darcy put her hand on her friend’s shoulder.  “Are you ready?”
    “What if she doesn’t want to see me?  What if…what if she’s hurt so badly that I need to say goodbye to her…after we just…”  Her voice trailed off as she choked up.
    “Of course she wants to see you,” Darcy argued gently.  “She came all this way, right?  She wants to see you.  Come on, I’ll be right there with you.”
    Rosie managed a smile and a nod of thanks.  With a deep breath, she opened her door and waited for Darcy to come around the front of the car.  Together, they went into the hospital.
    The Intensive Care Unit was on the second floor, through a set of metal swinging doors that separated it from the rest of the hospital.  The nice woman at the nurse’s station told them which room to find Lindsay in after confirming Rosie