A Thin Line (Garrison Chase Thriller Book 2) by Craig N. Hooper

Author:Craig N. Hooper [Hooper, Craig N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-02T22:00:00+00:00

DAY THREE

CHAPTER 30

Irvine Spectrum

Irvine, CA

Karla dropped me off at the Irvine Spectrum just before 11 a.m. A rally for the senator was being held there. She planned to follow up on the lead from the gunman who’d spilled the beans to the police. We were both anxious to hear what happened at the location the cops had traced the cell to.

I was at the Irvine Spectrum to surveil the senator and determine if the man was indeed faking his blindness. This was the second campaign stop for me this morning. I hadn’t learned anything new about the senator at the first stop, or seen anything unusual about his movements, so I decided to do something different at the Spectrum. I thought the Spectrum would be the ideal place to enact my plan because the venue was much smaller than most of the other stops on the campaign trail, so it would be easier to get close to the senator, not to mention fewer cameras around to record my antics. From what I understood, the Spectrum rally was for Bradford’s most committed followers.

The Irvine Spectrum was a large, outdoor shopping mall. The rally was being held in the middle of the shopping center, in a decent sized area that held about a thousand people. I was currently in the middle of the frenzied crowd, milling about with the other crazies and chanting ‘Bradford.’ The senator had just finished a twenty-minute speech and was now coming off the stage and mingling with the crowd.

At the first stop, I’d picked up some campaign items so I would blend in nicely with the crowd. I wore a bright red t-shirt. On the back of the shirt it read, ‘Bradford!’ The front contained a line from a Bob Dylan song, ‘I feel a change comin’ on.’ I also held a stupid pro Bradford election sign in my left hand.

As the senator weaved through the crowd and headed my direction, I walked toward him. I wanted to meet him head on. My hope was to look like a desperate supporter who wanted to get close enough to the senator to yell an encouraging word. Since the senator was apparently blind, there wasn’t much handshaking or high fiving going on.

Deep down what I wanted to do was waltz up to the man and punch him in the face. See if the senator flinched or ducked or in any way saw the punch coming at him. In my mind, that was the quickest and easiest way to see if somebody was faking their blindness. However, I couldn’t do that for fear of repercussions. Like jail, for instance.

As I approached the senator, I picked up my pace, making sure to have a large, excited smile on my face.

“Senator! Senator!” I yelled, waving my right hand to get his attention.

Even though the man was supposedly blind, I’d noticed at the first rally this morning that a few supporters would still wave to get his attention. Though not many, some would even stick out their hand for a handshake.

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