Even Marion didn’t want me to stay. With a promise to explain later, if I was still alive and not in jail, I limped back to my car. They assigned me some new suits because my old ones had to “mop up.” The new guys tried but failed to look identical. One was tall and round, the other short and thin. As I drove home, I realized the incident had left more questions than it answered. How had round head found out I could ID him or that I was at the convention center?
The evidence was stacking up against Kel.
On the other hand, the suits had made serious, if ineffective efforts, to save me. If Kel had wanted me dead, why had he assigned people to protect me? This seemed to make Kel a good guy. Which meant there was something or someone in the mix we didn’t know about. Maybe round head had seen
