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She looked toward the bedrooms, then toward her office.

And saw the hand, the forearm, the blood in the hallway.

“Oh God! Oh God. It’s Nina!” She sprinted to the office, dropped to the floor. “Hurry, please hurry—229 Newberry Street. She’s hurt. There’s blood. She’s not moving.”

“Help’s on the way. Can you give me your name?”

“Morgan. Nina’s hurt, there’s blood. I think—I think she’s dead. No. No. No. What can I do? What should I do?”

“Morgan, is there an intruder in your house?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. She’s not breathing. I can’t find a pulse. Help me.”

“Help’s coming. Can you hear the sirens? You should go outside now, Morgan, wait for the ambulance, the police.”

“I’m not leaving her here. Should I do CPR? I—I took a class. She’s cold. God, she’s so cold. I should get a blanket.”

“Nina’s cold?”

“I’ll get a blanket.”

“Morgan, the ambulance is pulling up now. Do you hear the sirens? Go let them in, Morgan. Go open the door.”

She veered off from her race to grab the throw off the sofa and yanked open the front door.

“Hurry, please. She’s cold, and she’s bleeding. She won’t wake up.”

She ran behind the EMTs, then stood with her hands crossed over her mouth.

One, a woman with dark red hair and soft blue eyes, looked at her. “Ma’am, how long has she been like this?”

“I don’t know. I just got home. I was late, the rain, and the Chinese takeout, and I got home and saw the broken glass, and then Nina. Can you wake her up?”

“I’ll call it,” the other EMT murmured, and the female walked to Morgan.

“Let’s sit down.”

“Are you taking her to the hospital?” Something hard and heavy pressed on her chest. She couldn’t get her breath. Something high and sharp rang in her ears. “She needs to go to the hospital.”

“I’m sorry, very sorry, but there’s nothing we can do. Your friend’s dead.”

“No. No.”

“I’m sorry. You’re in shock. Let’s sit down.”

“No. No,” Morgan repeated, even as the EMT guided her toward the sofa. “I—I dropped the takeout. I dropped it on the floor.”

“We’ll worry about that later.”

She eased Morgan onto the sofa, tucked the throw around her as she started to shake.

Then looked over as two uniformed officers came in the open door.

“DB down that hall with my partner. Nine-one-one caller’s in shock. DB’s cold, gone a couple hours at least. Can you tell me your name?”

“Morgan. Morgan Albright. She’s Nina, Nina Ramos.” Tears began to spill. “Please, can’t you help her?”

“I’m going to get you some water. Sit right here and talk to this officer.”

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