Chapter Thirty:
Saturday, November 1, 1997 – Los Angeles, CA – 3:23 a.m.
Enos' nose had been broken, possibly a fractured cheekbone as well, and he was presenting with symptoms of concussion. That was all the paramedics would confirm after they had taken his vitals, immobilized his head on a fracture board, made sure he was stable enough to be moved and before they loaded him, half conscious, into the ambulance.
Following closely, Inez, breathing hard, pulled out her cell phone again and punched in the number for the on-call detective, Gordon Thompson. The light fracture to his left ulna had not been serious enough to keep him off the duty roster.
"Detective De Pina, what's up?" was Thompson's sleepy reply.
"I need you to get to the office and find E's mobile phone."
"Techs say it was pretty damaged in the accident, can't make or receive calls."
"I need you to see if you can pull a number off the contact list."
"Not sure if that's possible. Why do you need it at," he looked at his watch, "Three twenty five a.m.?" A genuine note of concern had crept into Thompson's voice. "Has something happened to Strate?"
"He's on in the ambulance in front of me. Looks like blunt force trauma. He can't tell us anything at the moment, but he was with Kay Mun tonight at that Halloween function. I need you to get that phone. If you can't get anything off it, find her address or mobile number through 9-1-1 and get her down to Cedars-Sinai."
"Inez, you don't think…"
"I don't know what to think. He was barely lucid. What I could get out of him was garbled but I think he was trying to say he needed to find Soonie. So, as much as we need to know what happened to E, we need to be sure nothing's happened to her. I need you to find Kay ASAP."
"On it!"