Her live image was plastered on the huge screen. She couldn’t believe it. Rod must’ve got the call that she had removed her bracelet and when the Toronto Police radioed in that there would be a shooting, he had ordered her taken back into custody. He was attempting to stop her while she was still in sight. Having the JumboTron track all her movements and plaster her image for everyone in the stadium to see was something she hadn’t expected. Oh, Rod, you are so full of tricks. She turned to look at the cops approaching from above. They were only three rows away now and slowing down. A hand touched her shoulder. She jumped, spun around and pulled the guy’s wrist down, twisting it on the way around. “Sarah, wait!” She stopped. The man in front of her wasn’t a cop and it wasn’t Rod. Then why did the guy sneak up behind, use her name and touch her? “Who are you?” she asked. The guy stood to his full height. “Hello, Sarah Roberts, I’m Drake Bellamy. Pleased to meet you.”
