KEITH'S POV
"Jasmine—" I said her name horrified.
I ran to her and knelt beside her immediately. Placing my hands on her shoulders I gently shook her. However, she didn't respond, she wasn't conscious. Her face and upper torso were covered in the strange powder like her bodyguards in the parking lot. Her phone, which was still on the call, lay in her lap. I couldn't see her breathing and began to fear the worst.
I brought my head to her chest and listened. After a moment a wave of relief came over me as I heard the slow steady beat of her heart. Then I felt the faint rising and falling of her chest. I put her phone in my trouser pocket removed my jacket and placed it over her body and then picked her up in my arms.
I made my way down the stairs carefully as I held her, trying not to drop her.
My men had called for the police and paramedics to come to this section of the parking lot.
"Please help my wife," I told them, and handed her over to them.
