the man said with a subtle frown, “it’s time for the Meet and Greet. If you could please follow me.” The only reason she was even at the football stadium in the first place was because she’d won some prize—in a contest she didn’t even know she’d entered. The announcement had come in the mail one day, a letter stating that she’d been awarded the Grand Prize in the C.T. Bank Fall Giveaway. At first, Faith been skeptical, but the prize had checked out as being legitimate after a quick Internet search. She’d somehow won football tickets, very expensive VIP tickets, to the New England home opener at the C.T. Bank Stadium in Foxboro, Massachusetts. The tickets allowed her to bring up to three guests, so she’d decided to invite her parents and sister against her better judgment. What she hadn’t realized was that the Meet and Greet didn’t apply to everyone—it only applied to her. At least, that’s what this man was telling her now, as he stood in the doorway of the VIP clubhouse and beckoned her to come somewhere alone with him.
