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The Story:
They circled up and held hands to pray before the game. The spectators in the stands were settling in for nine innings of cheering on their friends and family.
The pitcher was her brother. This game was his final one of the season, and she was told he took intramural baseball very seriously. But unlike the other players, her brother didn’t know she had come to the game. He didn’t even know she existed.
“That’s him?”
“That’s him,” said Detective Vipps.
She snapped a picture of him on her phone and ran an Internet search on his face. He was 23 and about to begin his last semester studying chemical engineering. Several companies had already offered him jobs in recognition of his award winning research.
“Do you want me to delay the game?”
“No, just let him play. I’ll wait.”
“What are you going to tell him?”
“For now, I’ll just make him a job offer he can’t turn down.”
She watched as he turned the ball in his hand, searching for the perfect grip on that red seam as he prepared himself for the first pitch of the game. He looked up and made brief eye contact with her, as though he could sense a commonality between them.
He broke his stare and poised for the pitch, gazing into the catcher’s glove. Raising his left leg for the windup, his eye snapped back over to her, and he launched a fast ball in her direction. She expected it to be stopped by the fence, but instead, when it collided with the fence just beside her head, it burst into a white powder, covering the face of Detective Vipps. He fell to the ground screaming and writhing in agony as the powder ate away his flesh.
Everyone began screaming and running away from the scene, but when she looked back, her brother was still standing on the pitcher’s mound. He pointed at Vipps and made a gun gesture with his finger.
She hadn’t even noticed that Vipps had his gun in his hand. He must have already had it out. Had he been pointing it at her?
Her brother walked over to the fence.
“You’ll need to stay close to me to get out of this ballpark alive. Then, you’re gonna tell me who you are.”
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