“God, it’s hot!” Abigail fanned her reddened face with the brochure.
“I’ll say it’s hot,” Tara agreed. “Look at that!” She pointed at an information display, which was reading 97 degrees. The time was 1:45 P.M.
“What’s going on over there?” Abigail said suddenly. “Looks like there’s been an accident.”
There was a commotion surrounding one of the smaller display tents. Tara recognized it as the one belonging to that rubber-clad femdom woman—the one who called herself Shakti-Lilith, goddess of Dark Tantra. A police barrier had been placed around the tent, with a small crowd of curious onlookers gathered round it.
“Hold on a moment while I find out what this is all about.” Abigail rummaged in her shoulder bag for her FBI badge, then strode across to the barrier and spoke to the police off
