Chapter 9
“Well, you’ve got the power suit and the binder.”
And the air of utter panic. Simone’s gaze flicked around the ballroom, assessing. She could do this, if she could just think—
“Kaesha,” Simone read off the girl’s nametag. Kaesha snapped to attention, rapt to see what kind of brilliant response Simone had. “Why isn’t Mr. Walsch using the power outlets in the food prep area, like I told him to do when he showed up?”
“The plugs aren’t right,” Kaesha said slowly, like she was talking to a child. “And so we have to use the ones in here.”
“And what’s that?” Simone pointed to a mass of electrical equipment near the sound guy—Maxim Gosset, Simone remembered—and his board and amps.
“Um. I think it’s probably their power converter. That’s what it looks like.”
“And are they using it?”