Chapter 6
Phillip entered the mall and looked around. The intoxicating whiff of sweet pastries filled the air and mingled with the heady overload of bath products, perfumes, candles, and greasy food. Shoppers moved like tightly packed sardines past the storefronts, but Phillip could not spot Sarah’s striking blonde hair, though he was head and shoulders taller than most.
Where could she be? He stepped into the first shop on the left and scanned it quickly. Nope, no California-blonde hair. He hurried out of the shop and rushed into the second one on the right. She wasn’t there either. It was like she had disappeared—poof. He noticed a maternity shop up ahead, but there was no way she would have entered the shop. She hadn’t looked pregnant, and there had been no ring on her finger. Yes, he
