36Ben was following a similar path of investigation as Monsour, and had gone for a short run in the cool morning before leaving his apartment in his creaky Renault. After pulling into the vast parking lot outside Mega-Mart, he started to text Molly but called instead.
“Hope I’m not waking you,” he said, his voice sounding more seductive than business-like.
“Not at all!” Molly protested, the phone having jolted her out of a deep sleep in which she had been dreaming about running down a deserted road, terrified but quiet. She shook her head quickly to banish the dream and wake herself up.
“I’m in the Mega-Mart parking lot. I’m about to go in and look for a manager or, hopefully, someone higher up,” he said.
Molly propped herself up on one elbow and tried to push her curly hair out of her
