Chapter 18: Hidden Society
In front of them stood a spry, gray-haired woman who couldn't have been younger than a hundred. She clutched a cordless phone, as she frantically tried to dial 911. Sol noted that she seemed to have lost a slipper.
"Mrs. Eldred! No!" Viv called out too forcefully. The tone seemed to scare the poor woman who froze almost immediately as a tap from Conlan's finger sent her phone flying into the pool. It happened so quickly she didn't seem to realize he had done it.
"Uhh. Mrs. Eldred, do you know where you are?" Viv asked a little impatiently.
"Oh... I don't actually. Uhh... Are you my daughter?" She asked Viv sweetly.
Viv turned to them to whisper.
"She has Alzheimer's, but she snoops around constantly. Just be nice and we can lead her back to her house, don't let her call the police!" Viv insisted.