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“My son is calling on the other line,” I said urgently.

“You need to get that. Take his call then call me back. I will have the number for you,” she said.

My son sounded so frightened.

“We still don’t know if there is a shooter in the Tropicana or not. They have moved us to a huge conference room,” Kyle said then quickly hung up.

I called the dispatcher back and the number she gave me was the same one I had already called. I tried it but was put on hold again.

 I pulled up several different news sites on my phone and reporters from newspapers and news stations were on the scene by that point. It was clear that the police were on top of the situation and that one shooter was dead but all the hotels and casinos in the area were still on lockdown until they determined if there were more shooters or bombs planted in the area.

An agonizing hour passed as I checked Twitter and of course, had to set some guy straight. He had tweeted that the whole thing was staged to push forward the idea that Democrats want to take his guns. I tweeted back to him,