Stepping back slightly, Paul blinked at Cade and exclaimed, "She can't bring a goddamned car in here!" "Sure she can. The gas tank'll be empty. It'll never touch the carpets. No problem." "But..." "Don't worry so much, man. We'll clear it with the hotel if you'll clear us a path through the crowd. Rope off a trail about eight feet wide from the front double doors to the auditorium and have people on hand to keep it clear at showtime." "But... The doors! Will a car even fit through the doors?" Grinning, Cade said, "Yup. Already checked that out. We'll have three inches on each side at the ballroom doors and almost four on a side at the front doors. We'll have to put the antenna down, though." Mandi streaked back across the auditorium and looped once over the mens' heads to settle gently to the stage a few feet away from them. Flipping her cape over her shoulder again, she walked toward them with a smile. Paul's eyes were on her chest. Cade's eyes met her gaze, as usual. Mandi liked that about him; he wasn't one of those guys with a boob fixation and he had no trouble making or keeping eye contact when he talked with her. "Well, Paul?" she asked. "Do I go on stage tonight?" "I... uh, I really ought to check with..." "Nope," said Cade, shaking his head. "Safety first. Nobody else is to know a damned thing about this until showtime. Yes or no, Paul. She can go public here tonight or at a press conference at WNN tomorrow." "Paul," Mandi said softly, "We'll give WNN ten minutes' notice so they can get a camera crew over here. Think of the publicity for the convention." In a visible quandry, Paul grimaced and glanced at Cade, then asked, "You're sure it'll be safe..?" "If you keep it secret, it will be." Mandi perked up and glanced at the doors, causing Cade and Paul to also look that direction. "Gotta go," she said. "People are coming." "That's just the sound crew," said Paul, but Mandi was already gone when he turned. "She's pretty quick," said Cade, as Paul looked around the auditorium. "I may as well get underway, too. What's a good time for the show? Ten? Eleven?" "Uh... around midnight, actually," said Paul, scribbling his cell phone number on his notepad and handing it to Cade. "We always run a little late and she'll be the last act. What's your cell number?" "Can't give it out; it's an agency internal number. Doesn't matter; I'll be here and you can give me fifteen minutes notice to let Mandi and WNN know when to show up." "How can you be sure WNN will show up?" With a small grin, Cade said, "I know a few of the news people." Shifting his backpack to his left shoulder, he added, "See you later," and headed for the doors. On his way to the escalator, Cade took out his cell phone and called John. "It's a go, John. Mandi's chunk of the show will start around midnight. I'll be able to give you about fifteen minutes notice."