Craig had been asked to come to a comic-book convention as a guest speaker. Trip had come with him to spend time with his friends. Fritz didn’t have any idea why they had gone to the nightclub or why they were there at 2:00 in the morning.
I’d watched many newscasts by now, and they kept emphasizing that the nightclub was a gay bar. I didn’t understand why they thought it important to make that distinction. While I had a good idea why Craig and Trip were there, my gut told me that Craig would face some serious problems when everything came out. He’d been careful not to out himself, and I expected the media not to care and to smear him.
“David, what about Craig and Kent?” Rita asked.
“They didn’t have any information on them,” I admitted. “When will you be here?”
“We have about another hour of flight time. Can you see about getting us hotel reservations and a car?” she asked.
“I’ll get Caryn on it. You might want to call Frank Ingram.”
“I hadn’t thought of that. Can you call him for me? I’m not sure what good I would be for him right now,” Rita admitted.
I wrote down their flight information; Rita had hired a private jet. I called Caryn and told her what I needed. My next call was to Frank.
I spent nearly forty minutes talking to him. He understood the danger for Craig, but there wasn’t much Frank could do for him. His concern was Rita, Halle, Trip, and me. He said that once the press got wind of a celebrity connection, it would be a big deal. He assured me he would get his people working on talking points. Frank threatened to kill me if I did any interviews before he got to Orlando.
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I took Fritz to the hotel Caryn had booked for us. Once we’d checked in, I turned on one of the 24/7 news programs. The death toll was now 50, with 53 injured. This made it the largest terror attack on US soil since 9/11.
The President came on and gave a speech to the nation. Here are the highlights:
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I don’t think the media could help themselves. They spent the majority of their time trying to guess at the motivation.