al was thick with the smell of roasting corn and sweet
b, was dying
ragged gasps, each one a struggle. He had eaten a pastry, a simple treat from a smiling vendo
y's here," I whispere
jeans. I held it there for a three-count, praying it would work fa
a solid wall of people. Thousands of them. The only clear path was the VIP fa
he throng, Caleb' s dead
n't breathe!" I screamed at the se
d 'Barney Fowler, Head of Security.' He looked at Cale
For authorized personnel and
e was fl
him to the ambulance at the main gate! It's the only
stared at me, his e
reading across his face, "for a five-hundred-dollar co
his words. Five hundred dollars. Per person
eezing sound, his
ds shaking so badly I could barely unlock it. I transferre
t's sent.
ief lasted only a second. As the ambulance pulled up to the main gate,
de window. I could hear his voice, am
hundred-dollar commerc