Any sane person would have. But I felt consumed by the sense that I'd left Zoe Hayes , that she was alive in that cage, that I'd abandoned her. I couldn't live with that. The emergency dispatch person was still on the line. I told her I was on the corner of Lattimer and Eighth.
Officers are on their way.
I gave her Eddie's address and apartment number. I glanced back at Eddie. He's barefoot, wearing jeans, dark hair, hasn't shaved. I told her to ask the cops not to use their sirens. He'll know they're coming for him.