Chapter 27Caryl placed the headset over her ears. If anyone was watching, it looked like she was listening to the disc but the headphones weren’t connected to anything. The cord was merely wrapped around her belt and ended in her pocket. She placed the volunteer badge onto her shirt as she went into the hall.
There was a group of volunteers near the table with the sign-up sheet.
“Come with me,” a volunteer said as he grabbed her arm. He pulled her toward the stage. “We need security for Clark Randason. Stand over by the stage and watch to make sure there’s no attack.”
“An attack?” Caryl asked, looking up into his face.
“Yes, we’ve had a few people who come to these things who don’t like Mr. Randason. We always have to watch that no one starts a riot.”
He walked back to the table to ta
