Chapter 12 SOUL EXPRESS TOUR—DAY 39:32 P.M. Tailan inched across the lobby as waves of nausea overtook her. She struggled just to stay standing. The trip from Indiana to Chicago after the last two stops of the day was the longest that she could remember in a while. And it wasn’t the distance that was the issue. She slipped over to a quiet corner of the lobby of the Marriott Magnificent Mile and leaned against the wall to get her bearings. Tailan took several long breaths and prayed that whatever was going on with her would pass. She couldn’t afford to be sick. There was one more day left on the tour. Just one more day. Tailan slumped against the wall. Good Lord! What’s wrong with me? Tailan’s gaze locked on Pam, who came to a sudden halt several feet away. Pam scanned the area—first left, then right—before hurrying past, wheeling her travel bag across the green marbles tiles. Then she ran toward the front entrance leading toward the taxi stand. “Pam, where are you going?”
