Chapter 6
Ventura Community Memorial Hospital. Jackson exited the elevator, still covered in Tina’s blood. He proceeded down the corridor, a long walk. He turned into a waiting room, and seated were Tina’s mother and father, both in their late fifties. Jackson embraced them. Other staff members of PublicFigure arrived, filing out of the elevators and into the waiting room.
“She’s in surgery,” Jackson said to one of his web developers. “Doesn’t look good.”
Jackson turned and saw Palmer and Garcia at the end of the corridor, too far for Jackson to hear. He observed their animated, heated discussion.
“On what charge?” Palmer said. Hands open, spreading wide, a what-exactly gesture.
“Precharge detention, forty-eight hours,” Garcia said. Pointing his index finger down the hall towards Jack
