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Amara
“What happened?” a young woman asked another in the buzzing crowd that had gathered around the body of George Tobias.
“Someone poisoned him! Stuck him with a needle””
“Back up. Give him room,” Secret Service Agent, Chet McPhearson said, pressing employees and volunteers back.
Horrified, Amara stood in the doorway of the Senator’s office, frozen where she had seen Demetrius scrambling for his life. Three paramedics barged in, shoving her aside. One fell to his knees to examine the Senator and attach an oxygen mask to his face while his partner started an IV. They hiked the Senator on a gurney, carried him to the roof where he was helicoptered to Georgetown University Hospital.
Amara felt broken like a talking doll without its pull string. Her stomach flipped seeing Demetrius
