Reed,” Vance said, striding over to her.

“The boy’s in the sedan.

Exposure to rain and cold for an unknown length of time.”

Dr.

Evelyn Reed gave one nod, adjusting the strap of her bag as she walked to my car.

She looked to be in her early fifties, with silver streaks in hair pulled back into a neat bun.

She opened the back door of the Buick gently.

“Hi there,” Dr.