CHAPTER 32
Kennedy followed Sandy into the foyer. Tables were stacked against all the walls. Boxes of fliers and books were haphazardly strewn about, and there was nobody in sight. Kennedy wondered if all the volunteers had stopped in the middle of their work when they heard what happened to Carl. With his condition being so questionable, would they even hold the conference this weekend?
“Dawn?” Sandy’s voice echoed throughout the empty building.
“I’m back here,” came the somewhat muffled reply.
Sandy made her way down the hall. Kennedy wondered if maybe they should just wait for Dawn to come to them. Dawn knew what kind of a rush they’d be in, didn’t she? Wouldn’t she realize how urgent this was?
Sandy stopped outside her husband’s office. Kennedy glanced in at Dawn, who was on her k
