Your Death Is Inevitable.

“Irene Rosewood did what?!” Robert was off his seat in seconds, staring at his partner like he had just received a news equal to his death. But it was, because he knew if Benjamin Romero were to catch wind of this, he could kiss not only his position goodbye, but his entire life in Oslo. “The hospital said she slipped away during one of her examinations. They’ve searched the entire building and haven’t found her.” Robert rubbed his temples and groaned, his face scrunching up in frustration. “Where was security?! How could they have allowed her escape?” “Well, it happened while she was in the restroom. They suspect that she most have slipped out one of the windows.” Robert groaned once again. This was bad, like real bad. “What should we do, chief?” Candace asked. “Should we alert the Romero family just in case?” “And lose your fucking job?” He chuckled. “Don’t be naïve Candace. We’re going to handle this in a more quiet way, starting by putting out an APB. I want this entire town search