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knowing that cool kids were loath to respond to
the nosy intrusion of adults. When she didn't, I raised an eyebrow in question.
    "The guy walked down
the Mall like a man on a mission," she said as she lifted the cigarette to
her lips and took a deep drag. "Then, he looked around like someone who
was waiting for someone else to join him. Like when your mom is waiting for you
in front of a store or something, you know?"
    I nodded. I knew exactly
what she was talking about, but it had been a long time since anyone had been
on the lookout for me.
    "Then, some people
started climbing the steps to the Capitol, and he reached inside his jacket,
pulled a gun out, and started walking fast toward them," she said as she
handed the cigarette back to the boy. "And then, he started
shooting."
    "That's it?" I
asked.
    "I don't know, I
dropped to the ground and crawled over behind that tree," she said as she
gestured towards a big pine tree in front of the reflecting pool. "He kept
yelling and shooting, and when I peeked around the tree, I saw him standing
over one of the people aiming his gun at their head. He pulled the trigger
about three times as he yelled, ‘You can't have my gun! You can't have my freedom!’
Then, the cops shot him and he fell over. It was fucked up."
    "I can
imagine," I said as I tried to keep track of all of the information she
was giving me. "Did he do anything else?"
    "Hey, you kids! Get
away from there!" a police officer shouted. "This is a damn crime
scene, not some rave!"
    "Loser," the
girl scoffed as she rolled her eyes so far back I marveled at her ability.
"Like we'd be caught dead at a rave. That's so 2005."
    "Dude,
seriously," the boy echoed as they both began walking away.
    "Hey, wait, can I
get your names?" I asked. "I'm a reporter for the Sentinel and I've got an article to
write, but the dickheads obviously aren't going to let me anywhere near the
scene."
    They both eyed me
suspiciously until I dug my credentials out of my bag and showed them. I found
a couple of smudged business cards at the bottom of my bag and handed one to
each of them saying, "Think about it, and if you decide you want to talk
to me more formally, my number and email address are both on there. Olivia
Moore, that's me. Just call or drop me a line and I'll get right back to
you."
    They nodded, tucked the
cards into their pockets, and turned to walk away. "Thanks for the
smoke!" I called after them. The boy raised his hand, but didn't turn
around.
    I knew I didn't have
enough to write a full front-page story, but I could tell that the cops weren't
going to let me anywhere near the scene at this point, so I retraced my steps
back to Independence and headed down the street as I tried to plot my next move.
I needed coffee. The only shop I knew of on this end of town was a few blocks
down, so I set out rapidly walking.
    I had just turned the
corner at Independence and 1 st   Street
when a door opened and a man came barreling out, not looking where he was
going. We collided so hard that I felt my forehead slam against his chin
seconds before I felt his arm wrap around my waist keeping me from falling
backwards on to the sidewalk.
    "You stupid
idiot!" I yelled into his chest as I raised my arms to push him back away
from me. "Why don't you look where you're going? God, you're gonna kill
someone!"
    When I stepped back and
looked up, I found myself staring straight into the piercing blue eyes of none
other than Linc Redding.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    CHAPTER
SEVEN
    Linc

 
    After my meeting with Brant, I'd called down and told Mick to be ready to head out. I
had him drive me to the florist's where I signed the cards that would be
included in each of the floral arrangements I was having sent to the families
of the senators who'd been shot and told the florist that if anyone asked, they
were to refer them to the cards I'd included in each envelope. I didn't want to
call attention to myself in a way that looked