Chapter 44

We saw the police rushing into the hotel and headed straight for the elevator as Tilly and I made our way to the celebration dinner. The room became silent and still, but as soon as the doors closed, the room became noisy with suspicion as people made guesses about who and what just happened. 

Some are even considering not coming back next year. “This show is obviously cursed,” a woman in a tweed suit sniffed, “And it is poorly managed. The security here is FAR too lax.”

I can’t argue with that statement. This event has had far more excitement than I’d ever want to experience again. Between almost getting kidnapped, someone trying to shoot Atlas, and now this, whatever it is, I think I could use a nice vacation.