Back at the hospital, two doctors were in an office. "Okay, so, Dr. Stevens, how many do you have for me today?" Dr. Leads asked.
"So far, I have two."
A nurse walked in, "we have a problem."
"What is it, Louise?" Dr. Stevens asked.
"Mrs. Mason is insisting she see her son's body."
"You know what to do."
"Yes, sir," the nurse said before leaving.
"Well, Dr. Leads, it looks like I have three for you."
Ten minutes later, the nurse returned to tell the men that Della was sedated. "I have to get going if I'm going to do the drop-off," the nurse said.
"You have all three?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Good," he said. "Call me when it's done."
The nurse left and the doctor sat behind his desk. He went back to doing his paperwork as if nothing was going on.
The next day, Perry arrived to visit his wife but was stopped by a nurse. "Mr. Mason, the doctor has asked me to update you."
"About what? What's happened to my wife?"
"She was out of control last night. She got out of her bed, shattered a mirror, and cut her wrist with a shard of glass. The doctor had me sedate her, but when she came to, she was worse."
"Where is she?"
"She's been sent to a facility to help her get better."
"What? I didn't authorize that."
"The doctor sent her because she posed a risk to herself and those around her. I'm just telling you what he told me."
"Where is the doctor?"
"He's across town at his office."
"I'll call there. Thank you, umm..."
"Louise," she said.
"Louise, thank you."
Perry went to the pay phone, but he didn't call the doctor's office. Instead, he called Paul. The detective set off to find out what happened to the beloved confidential secretary. Perry then met privately with Burger and Tragg. "They had no right to send her away," Burger said.
"Paul's looking for her and looking into the doctor," Perry said.
"We'll all look for her," Tragg said. "I'll make sure that every single officer in the LAPD knows what Della looks like. We'll get her back."
"Thank you," Perry said. "Now, I want to take this to a judge. Hamilton, will you join me?"
"Of course," he said. Perry, Burger, Tragg, Paul, and Gertie walked into the courtroom. The judge ruled that Della would remain where she was and that Dr. Stevens did nothing wrong. What he did was for the safety and well-being of his patient. He told the doctor's attorney that he had to hand over Della's location. The lawyer didn't have the information with him and said he'd have to get it from the doctor. That it could take a day or two based on his schedule.
"I don't understand," Perry said. "How could he allow that?"
"Hamilton, have you ever dealt with that judge before?" Paul asked.
"No, but I'll ask around. I'm confused as well."
"I have a feeling we aren't going to get Della's location," Paul said. "We may get a location, but not the right one. I'm going to get back to my search."
"Thanks, Paul," Perry said.
"We'll find her, Perry," Burger said. Perry had just lost his son. He had no idea if he could survive losing his wife too.
Dr. Leads walked into a room at the facility. "Mrs. Mason, it's time for your treatment."
"No," Della said. "Not until I talk to my husband."
"Your husband has already signed off."
"I don't believe you."
The man pulled out a form and showed her Perry's signature. "Now, we can go the easy way, or the hard way." He took Della by the arm and led her to a room. When they walked in, Della saw a bunch of machines and a chair with restraints.
"Please, just let me talk to my husband."
"I've told you, he's already consented," the doctor said as he grit his teeth. Della tried to leave, but the doctor grabbed her. She fought until he injected her with something. "There," he said as she stopped moving. "Just a little something to keep you still for now." He dragged her to the chair and did up the restraints. He hooked Della up to the machine and turned it on. The woman released a blood-curdling scream. She knew that Perry would never allow this to happen to her, but she had no way to reach him.