"911 what is your emergency" "I suspect that my wife killed our son" "Sir," the speaker scolded, "that is not an emergency. You'll have to contact our investigation department and they will start an investigation right away," she said more gently. "Okay," Brock said, "please give me the number"
"579-0102" Brock hung up. "May I offer you a piece of advice," Meghan asked. "Please do" "When they ask WHY you suspect that your wife killed your son do not say that you were cheating on your wife with you wife.
"Instead just say that you and your wife had a major fight and she was furious with you for something that you did. The less specific details you give about personal information the better off you are. You don't want word leaking out. You must think of your wife and other children… the wife you're currently in love with. Believe me you wouldn't want this leaking out as it could hurt your family"
"You have a good point," Brock said, "may I ask you how you know this" "I've had my share of the press. My daughter happens to be a singer and though nobody knows her true identity every time she's in costume we have a hard time keeping the press away. It's really difficult and I know you don't want that for your family." "Thanks," Brock said gratefully, "and by the way would I have heard of your daughter"
"Ever hear of Hannah Montana?" "Of course" "Then you've heard of my daughter!" "Your daughter is Hannah Montana! My son Jake loves her… do you think you could have her visit him"
"Sure," Meghan said, "I'll ask her." Then Brock called the investigation department. He explained his suspicions. "Sir we will need you to come down to the station" "I can't" Brock explained, "I'm in the hospital. It was arranged for the investigation team to go to the hospital to speak with Brock.
Meanwhile in the waiting room, Reba was pacing the floor worried about Jake. "HOW LONG IS THIS CONFLABBIT TRANSPLANT GONNA TAKE!" "Mom calm down," Cheyenne soothed, though she was frantic herself, "they just took dad's heart out of him 10 minutes ago. They're probably still prepping Jake" Boy that's really making me feel better, Reba thought.
Kyra came out of the playroom. "Any word yet?" "Kyra it's only been ten minutes. The operation is going to take awhile." "This is all my fault," Kyra intoned.
"No Kyra this isn't anyone's fault. It was a tragic thing. It is a tragic thing. But it's nobody's fault. Then Cheyenne gently took Kyra's hand and led her back to the playroom"