‘Stay put and don’t move a muscle, and you’ll be fine.’
Sandra didn’t think she could move at all, she felt frozen with fear.
‘Just stay perfectly still. Don’t look or get up. Stay down no matter what,’ repeated Jim as he surveyed the restaurant.
In the panic, Brush had shifted toward a counter by the kitchen and Glenda had moved against the crowd toward the elevators and the two gunmen. Najma, along with one of the armed men, had casually strolled into the kitchen. Moments later, followed by automatic weapon fire, the kitchen staff rushed out into the restaurant. Jim knew Najma was the key. But they were outgunned. Two men and one agent with pistols, against automatic weapons and a restaurant full of people, families and children. For a fraction of a second, his mind filled with the im
