"Shit, she was going to an interview at the Herald yesterday," Duke said.

Nathan had stepped aside slightly, and hung up from a very short, terse conversation on his phone. "Dwight's been hit. Getting an ambulance to him now."

"He fell asleep?" Audrey asked. Nathan nodded.

"I hate this town," Duke muttered, pulling out his own phone. "I'm calling Wade. And Gloria. And . . . I don't know, maybe we should run an air raid siren all night or something. Jesus."