Ray ran down five flights of stairs, breathing heavily. He bent over to catch his breath and thought, “I’ve got to get to those reporters! He went over to the door to leave the stairs area and it was locked! “Noooooo!!” He knocked on the door, but it was a heavy metal door and made little sound. No one came. He listened for footsteps, but there was nothing. “What do I do?” He decided to go back up to the third floor, but was having a hard time breathing. He had to go slowly and he knew with each slow step more damage was being done by the reporters. Well, he was pretty sure. When he finally got back to the top of the stairs, he would’ve raced out of there, but had little to no breath left. The door was unlocked up there, so he moved toward the elevator. He glanced outside as he walked over to the elevator and saw the reporters getting into the car.
Ray ran out to their car and said, “Hello, I’m Ray Moss. Who are you?”
The young girl gave him her name and said, “Boy have we got a story.”
The man with her quickly shushed her and Ray knew then that the resort’s little secret had gotten out of the bag. They loaded up quickly and while they were driving away, Ray wrote down their license plate number on his cell phone. Before they were out of sight, Ray was already calling on his cellphone and when it was picked up he said, “This is an emergency. We need an accidental death, no make that two. They are driving a red Honda Accord heading away from the resort. License plate number 00cal26. You need to confiscate the video camera and destroy it. No, just get the tape. It will look suspicious if the camera is missing. Hurry! They have pictures of the disposal room.”
Ray could not calm down and his heart was still racing. He started having pains in his chest and he couldn’t think of anything else. He walked to the desk of the host and said, “Get me an ambulance. Heart attack!”
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The young man at the host desk ran around the desk and put his arm around Ray and took him to a nearby sofa and gently lowered him.Ray’s face grew increasingly pale and he fell over face first on the floor. The resident nurse was called and she tried doing CPR with no results. When the ambulance got there, they tried as well. The driver looked up and said, “He is gone.”
Meanwhile, Sarah was on her break at work. She had lost count of how many homeless people had been moved onto the cruise ship today. She hadn’t made any new friends here in LA since she had moved here and was eating alone, so to speak. She wasn’t really alone, she was surrounded by the throngs of homeless people just trying to get a bite to eat. But, not really conversing with anyone, her mind began to wander. She thought how yesterday and several days before, many, many elderly had been through here and sent to the resort. Today, there had been a stop put on moving the elderly. She heard the resort was full. That led her to thinking about the hundreds, if not thousands of elderly people who had not gotten to go to the resort. “Those poor things, what will happen to them? They can still come here to eat and take showers, but what happens when we close down? This definitely is not a permanent site for the homeless. Unless, they are planning on doing away with the elderly like they did the addicts in Portland.”
Sarah thought, “Why would they stop taking the elderly up to the resort if they are going to get rid of them? Oh, I know, it is because of the reporters. I saw that great news bit about the resort last night on TV. They want to make people think they are treating the elderly humanely. That explains why Ray Moss was upset about the reporters following the vans with the elderly up to the resort yesterday. He wanted to make sure everything was squeaky clean before he invited them up there! Oh no! I hope I am wrong.”