Claire smiled through her mask. “We’re good. Luke”—a wheezy cough overtook her for a moment—“Luke got us out.”
Dark eyes found mine. His quick nod was filled with gratitude.
I returned it, not needing any thanks. It’s what any decent human would have done.
My gaze traveled to the woman in his grasp. Suppressed anger and defeat warred on her expression, if the hard set to her jaw and the defiance shining in her eyes were anything to go by. Dirt marred her clothing, and the high ponytail she’d beensporting was now knocked askew. Ozzie had worked for this arrest.
I was just thankful he caught her.
“You taking them to the hospital?” the chief asked one of the firefighters.
“Yes, sir. They all need to be under observation for a little bit.”
Logically, I knew that, but it didn’t make it any more palatable of an idea. I wanted to go to the staging area for Mina and Walter’s rescue operation, not hang out in a hospital cubicle with wires hanging off me.
I took comfort in the fact, though, that they’d bring her to the same hospital once they found her. Her ribs would need treatment.
“I’ll see you all at the hospital later.” Ozzie gave Sarah a nudge forward. “Let’s go. You’ve got a date with our local jail.”
