AS SOON AS the Art Room told Tommy Karr what had happened, he commandeered one of the Secret Service cars and drove to the hospital. He knew the general location, if not the address, but he didn’t have to ask the Art Room for directions; half the city seemed to have turned out, trying to find out what was going on.
Helicopter gunships circled overhead and every police officer who lived within a hundred miles of LA had been called in to work. Even with his credentials out, Karr had a difficult time negotiating the roadblocks and the traffic; finally, with the hospital in sight, he abandoned the car and began jogging toward Dean.
Dean was still in intensive care when Karr arrived.
“Better get Lia here right away, whatever it takes,” Karr told the Art Room.