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Stone
People flooded the hallway, and I fought against the crowd, desperate to get to where they’d escaped from.
Distracted … and look what the f**k happened...
“Where’s the shooter?” I shouted at Warden in the small mic on my coat.
“Shots came from the back—where are you?”
Not where the f**k I was supposed to be.
“I’m headed your way.” I hugged the wall, shoving and pushing as much as the screaming people rushing past, desperate to get to the podium where Warden had told me they’d gone down when shots fired. “Burtonelli?”
“Senator took one to the shoulder—Marisa to the face.”
“f**k!” He must have called her onto stage after I’d followed Giada out of the hall.
“She’s alive,” Warden’s voice came through the earpiece before I could ask. “Greed’s on the phone with 911.”
“Shooter
