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But there weren’t any police to talk to.
Dale forced himself to march back downstairs, a hollow façade of confidence on his face and Hellman trailing in his wake. The BSD North crowd filled the spectacular entry hall, with a few tight knots of people up on the second and third floor mezzanines. Unlike an hour ago, the whole crowd looked subdued. People leaned their heads together to speak quietly, eyes glancing side to side. Even the four women cleaning away the devastated buffet dishes worked soberly.
A clear path led from the conference room doors to the MacDonald Hall entrance. Through the glass doors, Dale glimpsed an ambulance pulling away, lights flashing.
The quiet voices and turned-away eyes suited a close brush with death. But Dale couldn’t help thinking of the unlocked che
