As soon as Lucy hung up the phone she went to look for her keys. She found them on an end table and hastily tried to explain what she had learned over the phone to Jordan as she headed out the door. When Jordan finally made sense of what she was trying to say, he took the car keys from her.
"You're much too upset to drive. I'll go with you."
It was after midnight when Lucy and Jordan arrived at the hospital. Even though they were at a different hospital in a different town, when they walked into the building, Lucy felt just like she did when she went to visit her father after his heart attack. She was overcome with fear. What if Craig was in critical condition? She couldn't take the thought of losing him too.
When Lucy paused in the doorway, Jordan touched her shoulder. "Why don't you wait here and I'll ask the receptionist about Mr. Sexton."
Lucy nodded and stood in the waiting area as Jordan approached the front desk. She waited for a few moments, but when Jordan didn't come back with an answer, she went over to see what was going on.
"I'm sorry, sir, but visiting hours are over and if you aren't immediate family I can't tell you anything about the patient." The woman behind the desk then turned to Lucy, who was still in her work clothes. "Can I help you, doctor?"
Lucy opened her mouth to protest, but Jordan nodded at her to go along. "What room is Craig Sexton in?"
The receptionist checked the records and replied, "412."
"Thanks," Lucy replied, smiled at Jordan, and went to find Craig.
When Lucy walked into Craig's room he was lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling. He looked towards the door when Lucy walked in and sat up in bed. "Lucy, you're here."
"I came as soon as I could. Are you alright, Craig? What happened?"
"I'm fine. Relax," he said, as he got up and walked towards her. "The stage collapsed when James and I were getting ready to go on. I broke my arm and we both got a few cuts and bruises, but other than that, everything is fine."
Lucy gave Craig a hug. "I was so worried."
"I'm sorry, babe," he said. "But I am glad to see you. And I should be able to get out of here soon."
"Good," she smiled. "You can come home with me."
"So I suppose you've heard the news," Andrew began as he dropped by Hector's desk to gloat.
Hector turned to Andrew with crossed arms. "Yeah, yeah."
"It looks my hard work paid off after all. Since I was chosen to handle the big account and you weren't." When Hector only shrugged, Andrew continued, "What? No smart remarks this time?"
Before Hector could respond, he noticed Jerry Keller walk into the office, say a few words to Lauren, and then head back to Arthur Townsend's office. Hector grinned. "No, you really beat me this time, Martin. Enjoy your glory while you can."
Hector turned back to his desk with an evil grin, leaving Andrew confused and somewhat disappointed by his reaction.
When Jerry walked into Arthur's office, Arthur rose solemnly from his seat to greet him. "Thanks for coming, Jerry."
"Of course," Jerry replied. He cleared his throat. "I have the information right here."
Arthur took the binder that Jerry handed to him and put on his reading glasses. He carefully read over the information before setting the binder down with a heavy sigh.
"You're absolutely sure that all of this information is correct."
"Yes, I checked it thoroughly. I wouldn't have given it to you if I wasn't sure."
"Of course. Thank you for the work you've done on this," Arthur said as he shook Jerry's hand and the accountant left the office. Arthur was glad that the mystery had been solved, but he wasn't looking forward to what he had to do next.
Arthur called Andrew into his office. When he saw how cheerful Andrew was, he only became more furious.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Townsend?" Andrew asked.
"How could you do it, Andrew? Haven't I done my best to treat you and my other employees as family?"
"Of course, but what are you talking about?"
"The company is missing thousands of dollars."
Andrew scratched his head. "That isn't my fault, is it?"
"Don't play innocent, Andrew. I've had the records examined carefully and all of the evidence points directly to you. How could you steal from the company?"
"I didn't," Andrew insisted. He couldn't believe this was happening. "I've never taken anything from the company."
"I really wish I could believe you, Andrew, and I'm sorry I have to say this, but you're fired. Clean out your desk and leave immediately."
"But-" Andrew started to protest. "There's been a mistake."
"Just go. Please," Arthur said, turning his back as Andrew left the office.
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