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"Good man," I say and slap hands with him.
He orders his men, "Double-check your areas and report back."
They scatter in different directions, and he points to the upper left corner of the arena, stating, "The biggest threat lies there."
"Why?" I question. The thought of anyone getting close to Blakely while on stage makes the hairs on my arms rise.
"Let's go over there and I can show you," he answers.
I follow him to the corner. It's not too far from the stage and has several exit doors. "What am I looking at?"
Benny states, "There are several blind spots with the video footage. Anyone who breaches this line of security can slip through those doors."
"Which lead where?" I ask, feeling uneasy.
He motions to the door on the left. "That one goes directly outside. The middle leads to the main lobby, and the right is another backstage entrance."
My skin crawls as I stare at the doors, then say, "There's no way someone's luring her offstage, so the true threat lies in someone getting backstage, correct?"
Benny nods. "Exactly. We'll have it roped off with a wall of my men so no one breaches it. But if there are any unexpected issues with the crowd, like if they all decide to push forward, I can't guarantee no one will cross over. It would be easy to dash to the door."
"Lock it," I order.
"We can't. According to the arena, it's a fire hazard."
"Fuck the rules," I declare.
He groans. "You can't go against the fire code, Riggs. The entire concert will get shut down."
My chest tightens at the thought of anyone coming close to Blakely while she's on stage. I scrub my face, then order, "Put more men on it."
He shakes his head. "The dimensions you sent over for the arena don't match. If I move anyone, it'll create another threat."
I jerk my head back. "What do you mean the dimensions are wrong?"
Benny crosses his arms. "I don't know where you got those plans, but they were from before the arena was renovated and doubled in size."
My gut drops, and anger sears through me. I mutter, "Fucking bastard."
"Sorry?" Benny asks.
I glance over at Noah, then shake my head. He sent me the floor plan. I tear my angry gaze off him and question, "So we don't have enough men?"
Benny responds, "You told me to double up, so we have enough, but it was based on the wrong measurements."
"Then you aren't doubled up?" I ask in frustration.
"No, but my guys got this. However, if someone breaches the line and gets backstage, there's no video footage for the first two hallways, where Blakely and Colton's dressing rooms are. We can't monitor it like the rest of the arena."
My pulse skyrockets. I seethe, "My wife is back there now with no security?"
He holds his hands in the air. "Calm down. Our guys are standing guard outside the door."
His answer does nothing to reduce my concern. I start moving toward the door that is the biggest threat.
Benny follows. "Riggs, she's fine."
"Get more surveillance up," I order.
