Just try to blend in."
With a ladylike grunt and a roll of her eyes, Mandi led the way to the
sidewalk. Enroute to the hotel, Cade called room 423 to make sure John and
Phyllis Morey were in place.
By eleven-thirty they'd found standing room near the front of the auditorium
and a nervous -- almost frantic -- Paul Money had spotted them from his position
near the stage.
He edged through the crowd to them and asked, "Is everything ready?"
"Yup," said Cade, "Mandi will go change and wait for my call. I'll stay here
and wait for your fifteen-minute warning. As soon as I make that call to her,
I'll take some of your people and we'll rope off her route from door to door.
You'll station people in here to make sure the doors stay clear. Exactly fifteen
minutes from your signal, she'll walk in with the car."
Paul nodded, although he was apparently still not fully convinced that
things would be that simple or go smoothly.
"Paul, relax," said Cade.
With a sharp glance, Paul snapped, "I can't relax!"
Shrugging, Cade said, "Okay. Won't help any, though."
Mandi chuckled and said, "Later, people," and slipped out the doors to the
corridor.
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