Miss Ashton,” Hailey said, pressing down the lighted button on the intercom panel.

“Ma’am, this is Dawson.” The steady, reliable Mr. Dawson was obviously shaken. “You’d better get over here to the Sidewinder quick. All hell’s broken loose and no one can figure out what’s happened.”

“What’s going on?”

“Well, this guy is raising Cain, yelling at everyone like a banshee. Says something’s happened to his daughter. From what I can tell, the kid ran into the ladies’ rest room and holed up. The father’s attracted quite a crowd.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“Do you want me to send a cart? It’s hotter than—”

“No, that’s okay. And Dawson,” Hailey added, “try to calm everyone down. Especially the father.” Hailey dashed out the door after calling, “Take over, Charlene,” to her assistant. The September heat slammed into her chest as she darted through the throng of guests who, with their cameras and children in tow, were streaming into the park.

One customer stood holding up the line by arguing with the attendant over a discount ticket. The frantic employee looked up with relief as Hailey sped by. “Miss Ashton—”

“Are you having trouble, sir?” Hailey went straight to the heart of the matter to save time. Her mind was on the emergency at the Sidewinder.

“Yeah,” the man snapped. “She says I can’t get my little one in on this discount ticket. He’s only three. He won’t be able to go on the big rides anyway. I thought—”

“Please, sir, take your family on in. I’m sure that ticket is acceptable,” Hailey said. Her decision wasn’t fair to the other guests who had paid full ticket price for their three-year-olds, but Hailey had an emergency to attend to.

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