“Is Dustin there?”
“I’ll see.”
The woman came back in a minute. “No, he’s not answering.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Caylee sat on the side of the bed and stared out the window. She didn’t know who else to call, and they wouldn’t let her leave without knowing someone would be with her. Her gaze fell on the card the FBI agents gave her.
She picked it up and dialed.
“Sanchez.”
“Oh, um. Hi.”
“Caylee?” the man said.
“Yes.”
“What are you doing, honey?”
“Well.” She blinked back her tears. “I can’t find anyone to take me home.”
“Where’s Nolan?”
“I don’t know. He hasn’t come back after he left when you were here. I asked to take a taxi, but they won’t let me. I’ve called everyone else I can think of. I don’t know what to do.”
“We’re not far, so we’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Thank you.”
Caylee waited with her hands in her lap, praying for Nolan to return. When the door opened, she tried to smile when the agents walked in.
They came and stood in front of her.
“Hi, sweetheart. You look a little better,” Richards said.
“Hello, Agent Richards and Sanchez. I feel better. The shower felt good.”
“Who helped you with that?”
“The nurse.”
She saw the men glance at each other.
“What about the guards outside of the room? Could they have taken you home?”
“I don’t even know their names. I was afraid to ask them or to go with them.”
“Where are we taking you?” Sanchez asked.
“Back to the condo,” she said.
“The one you were attacked in?”
“Yes. I don’t have anywhere else, and I don’t have any money to pay for a hotel room. My friend Holly is in the same building, and she’ll help me.”
“Let’s get you out of here. I’ll be right back with a wheelchair,” Sanchez said.