Five Years After My Husband
I was too overwhelmed to say anything.
Paige gently took the phone from my trembling hand and raised it to her ear.
“Where are you right now, Austin?” she asked in a firm, commanding voice.
“I’m sitting in my cruiser outside the central police station,” he answered softly.
“Are you alone?” she asked.
“Yes, completely alone,” he said.
“Then you’re going to sit right there and wait,” she ordered sternly.
“Paige, please let me talk to—”