Just then, Reagan was somewhere else. Near the crashed car, a few miles away from the hospital. Zoey was there, green eyes full of sadness. "You crashed," she murmured to me, not turning around. "This only leads them closer to you. The black suits, I mean." Zoey's fingers traced the outline of the smashed window in the passenger seat. "I'll be waiting for you here."
Reagan was back in the building again. Andrew was looking at her sideways, but didn't say anything. Hope flared in Reagan's chest. She knew where Zoey was.