Chapter ElevenWe reached the
mall in the late afternoon. Terry directed Jay to the north side,
near the service entrance. Jay pulled into a free space. It was
cloudy with a cold wind swaying the trees on the bank in front of
us. Terry was stepping out the mini almost as soon as the car
stopped. “I'll go speak to the team.”
“We'll go have
some coffee at the Wimpy,” Jay told him, getting out too. He
stretched leisurely as Terry hurried off to find the police team.
“Come on, Sleeping Beauty. We're here,” cajoled Jay, peering into
the back-seat.
I moved
reluctantly.
He leant over the
seat. “Hey,” his voice was soft. “It's almost over. It's going to
be alright. Let's get some coffee. Henry's not likely to try
anything in a busy mall. We'll wait for Grierson and his team
comfort
