"I
may as well get underway, too. What's a good time for the show? Ten? Eleven?"
"Uh... around midnight, actually," said Paul, scribbling his cell phone
number on his notepad and handing it to Cade. "We always run a little late and
she'll be the last act. What's your cell number?"
"Can't give it out; it's an agency internal number. Doesn't matter; I'll be
here and you can give me fifteen minutes notice to let Mandi and WNN know when
to show up."
"How can you be sure WNN will show up?"
With a small grin, Cade said, "I know a few of the news people." Shifting
his backpack to his left shoulder, he added, "See you later," and headed for the
doors.
On his way to the escalator, Cade took out his cell phone and called John.
"It's a go, John. Mandi's chunk of the show will start around midnight. I'll
be able to give you about fifteen minutes notice."
"Good enough. We'll have people in the crowd on general principles. Do you
want me to notify WNN?"
"Fine with me. We'll give them ten minutes or less to get over here. Good?"
"Good. Anything else, Ed?"
"Nope. I'm gonna find some dinner and get the hell away from all these
people for a while.
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