The safest place she could think of, a huge row of dumpsters behind a strip mall, was only a couple of miles away. Anne was dripping with sweat by the time she got there. She’d only passed a few cars along the way, and no one else was out walking or riding in the damp heat.
The sky was still light, but no one was behind the stores either. There weren’t any windows on this side, only a solid row of cinderblock and stacks of empty wooden pallets. Sometimes Anne saw teenagers back here smoking. Cigarette butts, empty liquor bottles and beer cans, and food containers drifted against the dumpsters. If any of the stores had cameras, she was sure no one bothered checking them.
She got off her bike and walked down to one of the huge bins for the grocery store. That would be a great place with so
