CREST, CHECK, AND A PROTECTED NAME

The press, who had been covering the event and were practically on their way out, decided to stay and turn their cameras on the chaos. Reporters started typing furiously, and cell phones were now used only to capture strangers' distress.

A waiter rushed into the kitchen, where I had already retreated, sensing something was terribly wrong.

“People are getting sick! A lot of people!”

My body went ice-cold. My first thought was the empadinhas. But then I ...