Chapter 45
GUNSHOTS, CONTROLLED and coordinated, one after another.
I bolted towards the mall’s hexagonal center court, fear roiling my stomach and sweat rolling down my face. I’d brought Alice and Ceren here for safety—had Danger sent his dregs after them?
Brandi and Steve had brought big translucent plastic tubs of equipment into the mall’s courtyard, stacking it on folding tables and empty benches bolted to the mall’s tile floor. Now those bins lay everywhere, tops unsnapped, spilling parts and tiny screws and cables in tangled sprawls. Toppled tables spilled desktop computers to the floor, their metal and plastic cases dangling free from the chassis underneath. Leaning stacks of lumber and metal plumbing pipes had scattered like straws across the floor. In the dim light seeping thro
