“He won’t show up,” Gwen said.

“He doesn’t have a badge, and security won’t let anybody past the lobby without one.”

“My dad asked about him yesterday,” Tyler said, dropping his voice as he glanced around the square.

“He wanted to know if the quiet kid from Elm Street was coming.”

“I told my father we cut the guest list down for quality control,” Gwen said.

“We can’t have people in that room who don’t fit the town’s image.”