Chapter 17

When they were alone in the vehicle and driving away, Rose demanded, “Do you want to get killed?”

“I thought he could do no wrong,” Ama muttered somewhat petulantly.

“That’s not what being unbiased is all about and you know it. He confessed he told them illegally. But that’s SearchLight’s matter, not ours. We need to tell them.” She sighed. “But right now, I have a more pressing matter. I think I can save one of the women who’s dying at the shelter.”

“Is she food for—”

“No. She’s just dying of pneumonia.”

But when they arrived, and Rose saw the ambulance with its lights off and its siren silent, she knew. She approached the back, which was still open, and looked in. Her shoulders sagged and she groaned.

“Did you know her?” asked a paramedic.

“Just to see her,” Rose told him. “But I was hoping she’d go to a hospital and get some help.”

He nodded. “Several of the other women here told me she refused to go.”