Chapter 87

The aide checked her computer and said, "Sergeant, are you sure you don't mean Mister Jamieson? He was brought in by the police about an hour ago. The officer who brought him said he was talking gibberish. He didn't have any ID, but he had a photo of his wife and kid, insurance, and his Social Security card."

Sergeant fought to keep a straight face. "Can I see him?"

"He's in recovery. Is this official?"

"Very official."

"Recovery's on the third floor. Just follow the signs."

"Did anyone else come in with that police car?"

"I'm not really supposed to give that out, Sir. But, the same cop who brought in Mister Jamieson also brought in another officer who didn't make it. We don't have an ID on him yet."

"Can I see him? I might be able to help with the ID."

"Let me check with the morgue and see if someone's available