“You called when Rhys needed help.

You did exactly the right thing.” I crouched to her level.

“Mira — do you know where the bottle went?”

She glanced toward the hallway where her mother stood, and then, in the smallest voice in the world, she told me: her mother had wrapped it in paper towels and put it in the park trash can, the blue one, while Mira was lifting her watch to call me.

I found the officer immediately.

Units went back to the park, to the can Mira had named, and inside, wrapped in paper towels, they found a small prescription vial.