Chapter Thirteen
“You do realize who I am, right?” Billy Jo said. She had never been one to use her position, but right now, she couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone was following a script. From the elevator appeared two men from security, one tall and lanky, with light hair, and the other with dark hair, not as tall. They looked as if they spent more time sitting than doing anything else. Their shirts were white, with gold badges pinned to their chests, and their pants and ties were black.
“Ma’am, you’re creating a ruckus, and you’ve been asked to leave,” one said. “Now, are you going to go peacefully, or do we need to call the police?”
Evidently, they had their marching orders, which didn’t include putting pieces of the puzzle together.
“Billy Jo, let’s just go,” Matt said from b
