Stanton had just gotten home and grabbed two beers when his phone rang.
“Hello, Mr. Stanton. This is Mr. Jamison’s driver. I’m at the hospital.”
“Yes?”
“Mr. Jamison went in about two hours ago. I inquired at the front desk, and no one knows where he went. I wasn’t sure who to reach out to, because things went badly with Cox.”
“What’s the status of his daughter?”
“They’re not saying, sir.”
“I see,” Stanton said, his voice dropping.
“I’m just not sure if I should wait for him or if I should go to the police.”
“Hold on,” Stanton said, thinking. “I’ll call you back.”
Stanton hung up and dialed Eddie Cox and filled him in on the situation.
“Really,” Eddie said. “How interesting. Tell him to go home and that we’ll look into it. If anyone asks, we’ll say we heard he wanted to be alone f
