She turned to the guards who had rushed in behind her.
"Take her back. Keep a closer eye on her this time."
"If she gets away with the gold, that's on you, not me."
"Oh, and that five-thousand-dollar reward you mentioned for reporting a thief. That's still on the table, right?"
The two guards hauled me off the floor.
My right arm hung limp at my side, the broken edge of bone pressing against the skin from the inside.
The pain was so bad my whole body shook.
But I still twisted around to face her.
"Mom, just make one phone call. One call and you'll know if I'm lying."
She ignored me, but she pulled out her phone anyway and dialed.
"I told your uncle to come pick me up. Once he gets here, let's see you keep up this little act."
She held the phone to her ear and waited.
After a moment, her expression shifted.
"Why isn't he picking up?"
She tried again. Still no answer.
Her brow furrowed. "Where the hell did he run off to..."
I stared at her face.
"Mom. Call Riverdale General. Ask the emergency department if they have a patient named Hal Fox."
She shot me a glare. "You're out of your mind!"
But she dialed the hospital anyway.