Kurt Maybourn looked up. "What's going on?"
Lydia Chase looked at him. "I found the poor thing stripping in the bathroom. Did the search come back with anything?"
"No..." he said, looking at Danielle as if she was a stranger. "You want to run her over for psychiatric observation?"
"Sure...my turn to drive?" Lydia said.
Danielle looked at them with a blank expression, deciding she couldn't be Officer Chase. If she was, then the other officer would know who she was. But who was she?"
He tossed Lydia the keys and put a hand on Danielle's arm, escorting her out of the station. She didn't seem violent, so there was no need for handcuffs.
Lydia got in the driver's seat, and Kurt placed the woman in the backseat before joining her. The hospital was only a short distance away.
On the way, the radio crackled to life. "Officers needed at 423 Elm Street..."
"I guess the hospital will have to wait," Lydia said, making the turn. Elm was only a few blocks away.
