Paul returned to the backstage area.
The last scheduled show ended at ten to midnight. Paul gave the signal -- a
small wave and a nod -- and Cade called room 423, where Mandi waited with John,
then he took the rope team to set up the walkway.
"We've never done this before," said one of them. "Why the hell are we
roping off the hall?"
"You'll see," said Cade. "Keep the walkway clear, and that's a dead-serious
order, people. You don't even have to be nice about it; just tell 'em to get the
hell off to one side."
"Excuse me, but just who the hell are you?" asked a woman. "I don't think I
like your tone."
Glancing at her, Cade said, "We don't have time to discuss this, lady, so
get with it or get lost. If you stick around, you'll see why it's important to
keep the walkway clear."
As soon as the ropes were in place, Cade tagged four of the bigger guys with
the task of keeping the lane clear and told the woman who'd balked to stand by
at the driveway doors. She glared at his crisp order to stand by, but said
nothing and went to the doors. Cade sent another guy to wait by the auditorium
doors.
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