Whatever you wear, make your bookends count. A fabulous bag and a great pair of shoes pull any outfit together. 26 Panic erupted. Ortiz, pulling out her gun, ran down the only alley right next to the offices. Candace shouted directions to the remaining agents to spread out and scour the area and then ran off herself. I didn’t know what to do—and then I saw Varon, lying in the street, Lidia next to him, hysterical. I ran to him, slowing my steps as I came near. He was breathing … and conscious. He gasped and winced, a look of pure agony on his face. Bending closer, I saw why. His hand was wedged in the manhole next to him, the heavy iron cover crushing his hand. I looked around wildly. “Candace!” I called. But she was gone. I crouched down. “Oh my God, Varon!” He grimaced and together Lidia and I tried to move the cover but it was too heavy. Our clumsy efforts made him cry out. “I’m sorry!” “Mrs. Jennings,” he panted. “They took her down there,” he said, leaning his head toward the manhole.
