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Police cars and military vehicles suddenly swarmed the Paramoor Theater. Everyone watched anxiously as soldiers, who appeared to be members of the bomb disposal team, took out equipment such as metal detectors from their vehicles and entered the theater.
"Winston Street has arrived too."
Grace, who was watching from the window of a cafe across the street, pulled her scarf up even further under her sunglasses when the owner muttered at the sight of a sedan that had just stopped on the side of the road. Those who got out of the car were the Winstons' personal security team who had come to check on the situation. Fortunately, none of them had ever met Grace, but she could not rest easy.
This is the work of Blanchard's remnants. Who is it? Is it someone I know?
Grace covered her face even more, as she thought that someone might be watching the situation from nearby. Fortunately, the man who set up the bomb didn't see Grace's face. It occurred to me later that he had been running away, worried that he would be caught.
Successfully.
The police who arrived emptied the theater and gathered the theater workers as Grace had testified. However, there was no one among them who matched the description she had seen, nor was there anyone who coughed.
"Oh my, I thought the rebels were practically scorched earth...."
"That's right. It's been quiet for a while. Those who are barely surviving seem to be quite excited about the movie."
"It's a movie premiere that depicts the final moments of my comrades. And the target of my revenge is there in person. There's no better opportunity for revenge."
Grace's gaze from behind her sunglasses as she looked at Mr. Grant and the theater owner, who were having a light conversation with serious faces, was not kind. Knowing that, how could they have been so lax in security?
"Anna, are you okay?"
"yes?"
When Norman suddenly asked, Grace averted her gaze from the managers. Fortunately, they didn't seem to notice her gaze. His gaze was on Grace's hand holding the napkin.
"Your hands are shaking."
"Roger, your employee's complexion has been off for a while now."
"Anna seems very surprised."
The manager, seemingly unaware that he was trembling with fear, ordered a glass of brandy from the waiter.
"Thank you for your hard work, Anna. Everyone here now...."
The boss pointed with the end of his cigar in his hand at the employees sitting in groups of three or four in the cafe, looking out the window with worried faces.
"Thanks to you, everyone was saved from tragedy. It's unfortunate that Mrs. Tate's case didn't work out, but it may have been God's will that Anna was here today as a replacement."
"Isn't it the boss's intention to give a bonus to the employee who saved his life, haha?"
"Of course. Anna Snyder is going to be the employee who gets the biggest Christmas bonus at Grant Pictures this year. Anyway, thanks a lot."
Of course you should be thanking me, you monkeys in fedoras.
Grace waited for the theater search to end, tilting the glass of brandy the waiter had brought her. By the time the glass was empty, the police chief and the bomb squad commander had come to the cafe to report the results of the search to the owners.
"Four nailed-on bombs were found only near the center of the first row where the VIP seats were located. They were not found in other places, so it seems they were not aimed at the entire audience."
"You're only after the Count."
The alcohol wore off in an instant. Grace knew better than anyone how lethal the bomb that had filled the nail was. If she hadn't found it, the man would have died so painfully and miserably that instant death would have been considered a blessing from God.
While they were absentmindedly discussing the matter, the topic of discussion shifted to whether to push ahead with the preview or not. The police and military, whose top priority was safety, were skeptical, but the film company and theater officials, who were concerned about money, seemed to be leaning toward pushing ahead.
"There might be a bomb that we haven't found."
Grace, who had been watching speechlessly, eventually intervened. But the boss was stubborn.
"So, please search again. In fact, if a bomb explodes at the premiere, the damage will be considerable. It could be a box office failure. Who would go to see a movie that might explode right before they see it?"
"Then wouldn't it be right to cancel it? We've already searched thoroughly, but there's no such thing as perfection in human affairs. To be honest, if we push ahead with the preview and a high-ranking military officer is assassinated, we'll be in a very difficult position."
"In fact, even if an article comes out saying that there was an assassination attempt and the event was canceled, it would be a huge loss."
Norman glanced out the window. Several men in suits were taking pictures of the theater and military vehicles with flashing cameras. The press was already in a state of turmoil.
"I guess this time my life was saved by God's revelation that I should die at the hands of investors."
The president sighed and covered his forehead with both hands. The production cost was astronomical, so if it failed, the film company would fail too. To be honest, that was none of Grace's business.
"Now that the assassination attempt using a bomb has failed, the criminals probably know, so wouldn't they try sniping instead?"
"We will of course search the buildings around here. We will remain on alert until the end of the screening."
"But wouldn't it be over if there was just one small gap? No. It would be over if they just drove past the theater during the red carpet event and shot it with a machine gun."
In the end, they failed to cancel the premiere, but they succeeded in moving the red carpet event inside the theater. After the security officials left after finishing their discussion, the president looked at Grace with surprised eyes.
"Anna, how come you know so much? You even found the bomb. Are you an ex-gang member?"
She was a former gangster. That's not wrong. She'd been in the rebel army most of her life, so Grace knew their ways better than anyone.
"My child's father was a soldier."
Grace responded calmly. That wasn't wrong either.
"Then I guess I'll go to the hotel and try to persuade the Count."
The president rose from his seat and motioned for Grace to stand.
"Anna, let's go. If you see the Count's face, you'll completely forget the shock you felt a moment ago."
"Oh, I... ."
Grace's hands were shaking.
"I'm still so nervous I can't get up."
"Oh... Waiter! Here, another glass of brandy!"
As soon as the bosses and Norman left, the shaking in my hands stopped completely.
7:50.
Leon, who was standing in front of the mirror, cuffing his shirt sleeves, looked at his wristwatch and headed to the window. The theater two blocks away was still there, its electronic sign flashing.
That meant there were no bombs that weren't found.
The bomb planted by the remnants was a time bomb that was originally set to explode at around 7:30 PM, when the movie was in full swing.
So we reached an agreement with the film company to start the preview an hour and a half late. If a bomb went off during that time, the preview would be automatically canceled.
"Didn't you get a call from Roger Grant?"
Leon put his arm into the suit jacket of one of the attendants and asked Pierce for confirmation.
"Not yet."
"That's too bad."
I wasn't very interested in the premiere from the beginning, but after hearing the good news this morning, I've completely lost interest. I'd like to stay in the hotel and watch the progress, but even if he were to watch, there wouldn't be much to be gained at the moment.
The officer said that what Grace was holding in her hand looked like a toy box, so he sent someone to the toy section of the department store in the morning to ask for an employee who had seen a mother and daughter who matched the description the officer had given.
Fortunately, one employee stated that he remembered selling the toy to the mother and daughter. Unfortunately, Grace did not have the toy shipped to her, but took it herself. The easiest way to find out the address was blocked. The fact that the employee did not remember whether he paid for the toy with a check or cash also hindered the tracking.
In other words, he was given two choices: to search the city of Prescott and its suburbs like a needle in a haystack, and to check each and every check that had been received at the department store yesterday.
In fact, for him, who was in no position to choose, both were not options but necessities.
It was impossible to do this with just the attendants brought here, so Winsford called Campbell and the core troops of the First Task Force. In the meantime, Leon's personal attendants called every daycare and pediatric clinic in Prescott City to ask if they knew of a girl with blonde hair and blue-green eyes. But so far, there has been no result.
Tomorrow, when the sun rises, I plan to expand my search to all the nearby cities and towns. According to what I have figured out, there are hundreds. If I can find something, I will gladly search even thousands, not just hundreds.
Leon looked down at the city lit up by streetlights and neon signs, adjusting the shape of the handkerchief in his jacket's front pocket.
My daughter, where the hell are you?
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