*Michael*
“I’m really sorry,” I said for the hundredth time. “I can assure you that Bruce is receiving the best medical care available. When he gets out, he’ll be given all the time he needs to recover and spend time with his family.”
“Thank you, Mr. Astor. I was so worried, and I had no idea something had even happened to him. No one even called me! I’ll head down to the hospital now,” his wife said, her voice cracking.
“I’ll send a car down for you immediately,” I said. “Text me the address, and they’ll be there as soon as possible.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said and hung up on me.
Yet another of the police department’s failures. What were they thinking, not alerting her to what had happened?
If it wasn’t for my phone asking me if I wanted to start a workout session, I wouldn’t have
