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Jennifer listened, then, full of sympathy as well as authority, said, "Did you call the police?"
She waited. Gail Frascati's voice grew more strident.
"Gail, call the police. Now. I'll get dressed. I'll be ... wait, I have an idea. Willa's home. We'll be right over. She'll bring Poppy. We'll all be there in ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. In the meantime, call the police. Call now. Goodbye, Gail."
"Gail's niece and nephew," her mother said, "from Sacramento. They've been visiting. Yesterday, they went out camping. All night. This morning the nephew came back alone. His sister is lost. She got up sometime during the night, probably to go to the bathroom, and she didn't come back."
"My God," Matthew said. "She's been out there in this rain and cold all this time?"
"There's something else."
Willa and Matthew waited.
"She's ... well, she's developmentally disabled. Very."
"I'll get Poppy," Willa said.