The elevator was packed. There must have been twenty people onboard, which amazed Rock. It ran along a transparent shaft on the northern side of the Democrat Building that offered a vibrant view of downtown Little Rock, which bustled with traffic and people in bright blue sunshine.
As Rock watched, a thin, sixty-year-old woman grabbed his arm in both hands. She looked panicked. "Please help me," she said. "There are terrorists in this building and they're trying to get me."
"OK, calm down. Where are they?" Rock was immediately skeptical. Everything seemed perfectly normal. He led the woman off the elevator into the building, which was crowded with people going about their jobs. She clung to his right arm as if she were in imminent danger, but nothing appeared unusual in any way.
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