“Nita, look!”
Janita looked where Von was pointing. They were in the overcrowded hospital waiting room, where they’d been for hours waiting for news on Hawk’s condition, when Von saw Mr. Webster and Matty by.
They both jumped up and hurried out the door. “Mr. Webster? Mr. Webster?”
William and Matty turned when they heard Janita call that name. That was when they saw her and her brother as they were hurrying up to them. “Hello sir.”
“Minka said you were the one who found my son.”
“Yes, sir. But how is he? They won’t tell us anything.”
“Where have you been?” Matty asked. “They told us you weren’t at the hospital.”
“We got here as soon as the LAPD finished questioning us and allowed us to leave. We’ve been in the waiting room.” She motioned toward the room.
William and Matty could see through the glass that it was overfilled with people. “Why aren’t you in his suite with the family?” Matty asked her.
Why did he think? Those bodyguards on duty was going to let them anywhere near the family, nor that suite. “I didn’t even know y’all were here,” she said.
“Of course we’re here,” William said. “When you phoned Minka and told him what happened, every one of us got on my plane and got here as fast as we could.”
“How is he?” Janita asked again.
William could see the concern on her face. She could see the distress on his face. Matty spoke up for his father. “Not good,” he said. “He’s still in a coma. The doctors don’t expect any change for a while.”
Janita nodded, but they could see her disappointment. “What about Kemberly?” she asked. “That’s why he rushed back to L.A. He said she attempted suicide, but I couldn’t find anything about it online.”
“That’s because it wasn’t true,” said Matty. “The police told us that she and her brothers lured Hawk back to L.A. and then they broke in somehow and jumped him in his own home. Now they’re on the run. An arrest warrant has been issued for all three of them.”
“Wow,” said Von. “I didn’t think she was nothing like that.” Kemberly was his favorite artist.
“But what were you doing in Los Angeles?” William asked her. It seemed odd that she would have been the one to find his son.
“I tried to call him over and over, but he wouldn’t return my calls.”
“Which is typical Hawthorne,” said Matty.
“Yes sir, but I just felt something was wrong. I don’t know why I felt that, but I did. And everybody I was trying to tell it to weren’t taking my concerns serious at all. They just blew me off. But I had a feeling.”
Willliam and Matty were touched. “The doctor said had you not come to his house to see him, he would not have survived,” William said. “Thank you for acting on your feeling, young lady.”
Janita nodded. “Yes sir.” Then she decided to get bold. “Can I see him, sir?”
“Of course you can!” William said. “Follow us.”
And Janita and Von, stunned that it was that easy, did just that.
But just as they were turning to go down a hall, they all heard somebody yell out. They all turned around and saw a black man who looked to be around Hawk’s age running toward them. “Who’s that?” Von asked.
“That’s Shelly,” said Matty. “That’s Hawk’s best friend and the CEO of Eagle Records. Hey Shell.”
“Is it true?” Shelly, virtually out of breath, stopped in front of them. “Hawk asked me to handle negotiations for him at Sony. We were locked in a room all day and had no information. I just found out. Is it true? They say he’s onlife support?”
“That part isn’t true,” said William. Then he exhaled. “But he is in a coma, Shelly.”
“Damn.” Shelly had unshed tears in his eyes. “I was on the phone with him just this morning. We were all on a conference call with him. And now he’s in acoma? And they’re saying Kemberly was behind it?””
“Her and her brothers, yes,” said Matty. “The cops are looking for them now.”
