From my notes: “Investigators are now trying to identify the mystery woman seen with the murderer in the days before the Las Vegas massacre.”
For Glen Simpson, Sunday night hadn’t been particularly eventful. An emergency medical technician, he was hired to provide medical services at the event.
“I got a radio call to go over to Gate 2A, specifically [to help a man who had to much to drink.] [At first] it sounded like power lines that were just hitting each other. It was longer, a little bit louder.”
The five Metropolitan Police Department officers walking alongside Simpson drew their weapons. He ducked.
“I just thought to myself, ‘What is this? Is this happening?’‘Is this the real thing?’”
Simspon never once saw where the bullet’s wer coming from,, “I could just hear it, and it echoed. I’d even say you could hear it hitting people, just listening to the way people were moaning and screaming and crying.”
Simpson, now in the field amid the carnage, called his mom and dad. Waking them from sleep, he said, “I love you,” then hung up.
He immediately went to work treating the wounded.
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