The last two weeks seemed a blur, the
days having flown by. Every day a different city or town, but every day the
same routine. The romance of working in Bellardi's gubernatorial campaign had
been reduced to a daily grind. Up by six for breakfast and the daily game plan
with Senator Bellardi, Robert, and the team. Then back-to-back-to-back rallies,
press conferences, and meet-and-greets. Stevie had learned to force down a
hearty breakfast each morning because she seldom saw hot food again or had five
minutes to eat it until the team was back in the bus at night.
Clamoring crowds were waiting
wherever they went. After the first few days, the people all looked alike and
asked the same kinds of questions. The kidnapping situation had also become disturbingly
commonplace to those on the tour. AntiCrist had indeed claimed responsibility
for the abduction four days after Wes Bellardi's disappearance. Another
computer fax had arrived at campaign headquarters. The note, replete with poor
spelling and grammar, simply read, "Abanden the campain for your sons
sake. AntiCrist."
But Daniel Bellardi would not abandon
the campaign. He stayed on the road except for periodic helicopter hops to
Redding to meet with local police and the FBI. In the meantime, Mrs. Bellardi
remained in Redwood City under a physician's care.
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