Within minutes, they provided the footage. Damien replayed it, frame by frame.
He didn't waste a second. He called his trusted contact and sent them the footage of the car exiting the building, the license plate visible. "Track where that car went last night. It exited my building around 9PM. Find out the route it took. I want an answer in an hour."
He slammed his phone down, frustration boiling over. And then he realized the time was 11am. His meeting was at noon. One hour.. He had one hour to get some lead on where she was, and then he had to be presentable to the world. Damien ran a hand through his hair, forcing himself to focus. He needed to get ready for the big meeting.
After his meeting, he sat quietly in his office, staring at the footage on his laptop, his jaw clenched. The Mercedes-Benz had exited his building around 9 p.m., just as he'd seen earlier. But now, with the GPS and traffic overlay, He could see where Noah took her. As per the footage, the car drove to Cedars Sinai Medical Center. They carefully entered the hospital's driveway, passing through security, and disappearing from view. Fifteen minutes later, the car exited the premises. Damien's mind raced, still not clear where she was at the moment. He wondered out loud. Was she treated and released? Or was she still inside? And if she was, was Noah still with her?
Frustration boiled within him. He couldn't just walk into a hospital, especially one with such security. But he had resources, and he would find a way. He needed to know where she was, and he needed to know now.
***
The drive through Bel Air was brief but refreshing. Unlike their penthouse, here there were towering gates, manicured lawns, and luxury estates that were captivating. After a few minutes drive, the car turned into the driveway of a grand mansion.
Noah helped Jossy from the car, supporting her gently as the nurse steadied her on the other side. Hazel held her hand, guiding her toward the front door.