Chapter Fifty
A TV van blocked the front entrance to KQEW AM 1410. Crew members milled about, clipboards tucked under their arms. I should have guessed. After all, Glover’s station was tied in with Channel 67. Somehow I had convinced myself that even though the event had been well publicized, all the action would take place within the relative privacy of Glover’s studio. I was wrong. I recognized the white KZSD van parked near a side entrance with its antenna perched high overhead, yet our presence seemed secondary. The additional media exposure got my adrenaline going, and I felt a moment of panic. However, I was determined not to be overwhelmed as I would have become in the not too distant past. Fear was the enemy, but I had tools to protect myself.
“Claire Larson?”
I turned. A man br
