The food court was still packed, more so now than when I arrived. It was refreshing, I guess, to be crowded like this and not call attention.
I checked the time, discovered with shock I"d been gone for over four hours. Damn, Logan was probably thinking that the PSS caught me. I studied my drawings for one last time, concluded Logan would be able to decipher them after all. I still needed to do the floors on Building A and the subterraneous ones in Building C, but for now those would do.
I rolled up both drawings, stuck them inside my purchase bag from JCPenny and left to find a pay phone—if they still existed—to call Logan and arrange a meeting place. Where? He seemed to have known his way well enough earlier.
“Roxanne?” someone called. “Roxy?”
I turned, alarm bubbling in my chest.
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