Chapter 13
Nicholle pulled up to Owings Mills Mall, high beams on, since the building and parking lot were pitch black. It was Lydo’s ploy, to make it seem as if no one was there. Guard towers ringed the mall, connected with a barbed wire fence.
She pulled up to the fence and spoke into a speaker box posted on a rusted metal pole.
“Nicholle Ryder to see Lydo. I have a business proposition for him.”
She wasn’t sure if she’d be let in on that thin line, but when the gate began to creak open, she was pleasantly surprised. After she parked outside the main entrance, she walked up and old-fashioned doors slid open.
The smell of sweat and musty air accosted her nostrils. An alarm sounded throughout the hall. A shrill wail. Lights blinked. The sound of booted steps pounded off the walls, sha
