“Hey, is that your kid out there?” said a guy from behind him.

“Yep,” Gannon said without turning around.

“Wow. That’s some slider he has. Just nasty. You have to be pretty proud.”

“Yep,” Gannon said as he flicked at the screen.

The gaggle of baseball people broke up after a minute, and Declan jogged over to where Gannon was sitting.

“What’s up, son?” Gannon said, his eyes still glued to his phone.

“We’re still waiting on the assistant GM himself,” Declan said. “Then we’re going to start the simulated game.”

“Is that right?”

“Did you hear me, Dad?”

Gannon looked up.

“I’ll be right back,” Gannon said, standing.

“Right back? Where the hell are you going?”

Gannon headed back outside the stadium altogether into the truck. He turned it over and cranked up the A/C as he pressed on the video he had just found on YouTube.

He turned up the volume on his phone as a lean middle-aged man appeared on the screen, walking along what appeared to be a New York City street.

The man had neatly cut light brown hair streaked with gray, and he was wearing a nice overcoat over a business suit with no tie. It almost looked like a camera crew was following along with the guy, taping him as he walked, but he was probably holding one of those selfie stick things, taping himself.

The man’s name was Eric Wheldon, and Gannon had already quickly learned that he was some kind of alternative news reporter with a YouTube channel.

His channel had hundreds of videos with thousands of hits on each. The videos had all-caps titles like: BREAKING: STATE DEPARTMENT DENIES AMBASSADOR JOYCE’S TIES TO MUNICH HOOKERGATE! And, LATEST NSA HACKER UPDATE: IS MESSERLY STILL IN LONDON? And, CHINESE DELEGATION MEMBER LU DIES IN SUSPICIOUS HEART ATTACK!

What was of special interest to Gannon in his current state of panic was the title of the video he was now watching.

MYSTERIOUS PLANE CRASH IN BAHAMAS. IS IT REALLY WHAT THEY’RE SAYING?

“Hey, everyone, greetings from freezing-cold NYC and welcome to episode 349,” Wheldon said.

“What shall we talk of today, my friends?” he said. “How about plane crashes? Yesterday, a little birdie told me about a very curious one down off the coast of sunny Florida. This little birdie works in one of our vaunted armed forces divisions, and said he was recently sent out to a site near the Bahamas.”

Wheldon paused, smiling into the camera. Gannon looked at the building he was passing. It had brass doors, and in the granite beside the door, a shining brass plaque said 485 Park.

“Is that right? I said to my friend,” Wheldon continued. “I believe I heard about that Bahamas crash on the news. You’re talking about that Cessna Denali turboprop that went down, right? About that poor married couple who tragically lost their lives? Well, my friend said. The crash was in the Bahamas, that’s true. But it was no prop plane. No? I said. How do you know that?”