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don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just so tired.”
    A man with a B.B. King T-shirt strode up to the ambulance, a woman in his arms. “Help me out here? She’s got a nasty cut on her leg.”
    Blood seeped through the denim around the woman’s calf, and I winced.
    “We should go,” Nick said. “I’m in the way.”
    “Hang on,” the paramedic said. “I’ve got room for her over here. You wait till you feel ready before you get up. Don’t want you passing out. I’d just have to help you all over again.” He smiled to soften his words, but the look he gave me said to keep Nick on his butt for a few more minutes.
    I leaned against the side of the ambulance. “Stay put, Nick. We’ll just hang here for a bit.”
    So we watched the people go by, some still panicked, some laughing—whether from nervousness or drunkenness I wasn’t sure—and some peeling off from the crowd to visit one of the ambulances.
    The man in the B.B. King shirt came back several times, in each instance carrying or leading one of the injured to an ambulance. His manner was so professional and efficient I figured he must’ve been an off-duty cop or firefighter. He was dropping off a woman at the ambulance next to us when another man ran up to him.
    “You seen Bobby?” the man asked, his voice reaching us ten feet away.
    The guy shook his head. “Huh-uh. He missing?”
    “I can’t find him anywhere.”
    The B.B. King guy made sure the woman was in the hands of a paramedic before taking off back toward the club with the man.
    “You know who that was?” I asked Nick. “He looked familiar.”
    “We’ve seen him bringing people to the ambulances.”
    “No, not the B.B. King guy. The other one, who just ran up.”
    “Oh.” His forehead crinkled. “I guess his face did look—”
    “We saw him tonight, didn’t we? At the club?”
    His face cleared. “Backstage. He was coming in when we were going out.”
    I smacked the ambulance. “The owner. Jordan told us his name, but I forget it.”
    “Well, I sure don’t remember.”
    A couple struggled up to the ambulance, the man leaning on the woman for support. Nick hopped off the ledge to make room, and I grabbed his arm. “You sure you’re all right?”
    “I’m not limping or anything, like that guy. Let’s go.”
    We’d gotten about twenty feet away when a cop stepped into our path, a pad and pencil in his hands. “You folks at Club Independence tonight?”
    Why else would we be in that parking lot? “Yessir, we were,” I said.
    “Anybody else talk to you tonight? Cops, I mean? Since the evacuation?”
    “Nope.”
    Nick shook his head.
    “Can you tell me what happened?” the cop asked.
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. We heard there was a bomb.”
    He tried again. “I mean what happened with you. We’re taking care of the other stuff.”
    “Oh, well, I was on the second level platform when the music stopped. Somebody yelled up to us that there was a bomb, and we all started clearing out. It seemed like chaos, but I guess most of us got out okay.”
    “No casualties that we’re aware of,” the cop said, pride coloring his voice. “And we’re pretty sure everyone’s out.”
    “Impressive.” I jutted my chin at Nick. “He was somewhere else.”
    The cop turned to Nick. “Sir?”
    “The bathroom on the lower level. It wasn’t till I was making my way back up that I ran into mobs of people trying to get out.”
    He scribbled on his pad. “And neither of you heard anything else about the bomb? Or saw anything suspicious?”
    We shook our heads.
    “Can I get your names and addresses, please? For follow-up?”
    We gave him what he wanted, and he moved on to the next clump of folks.
    I looked above our heads and pointed toward the tree with the dead limb. “That’s where we’re headed. Lucy and Lenny are parked under there.”
    “Lead on.”
    We found them where they’d promised, Lucy with a blanket from the trunk wrapped around her shoulders while she