Not only was the airport eerily quiet, but Brandon was standing very close to Janet, making it easy for her to hear what Frank had just said over the phone.
At Frank's words, Janet froze. She stood up and asked, in a strangled voice, "Did Frank just say that Draco's condition has worsened?"
Brandon had never been in this situation before. Having had so many dealings with businessmen over the years, he was able spout falsehoods easily. When facing Janet, however, he found himself unable to say anything other than the truth. All he could do now was nod.
Janet took several deep breaths to try to calm herself down. "It's all my fault," she whimpered.
Tears filled her eyes and she knelt down on the ground weakly. Her shoulders trembled as the intensity of her crying increased.
"I must be bad luck; wherever I go, I put others in danger. Now I've even hurt my most respected teacher."
Disregarding the fact that Janet's hand had been touching the dirty floor, Brandon held her hand and pulled her up into his arms. "It's not your fault," he reassured her warmly.
Burying her face in his arms, Janet kept sobbing. "Don't comfort me. I know I'm a jinx. Everyone's been saying so, ever since I was a child."
She had never been lucky. It seemed that anyone who approached her became prone to misfortune.
Brandon bowed his head and spoke slowly, choosing each word with care. "The reason Draco chose to take you with him to the show was that he knows you can handle all sorts of situations. Now is no exception. Draco trusts you very much. So don't let him down and let's find the syringe." With a serious look on his face, Brandon added, "Now's not the time for crying. Save your tears for Draco's funeral after we try and fail every means we can think of to save him."
"But Frank said..." Janet began, panicking.
Brandon interrupted her. "Frank just said that Draco's condition was getting worse. He didn't say that Draco was dead. As long as he's still alive, we still have time."
Janet relaxed significantly. "What do you think I should do?" she asked.
"Calm down and think about what happened. Try to recall every detail. Maybe that will help," Brandon replied. After thinking for a moment, he added, "Where might Jorge have hidden the syringe?"
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