Seventeen
Because Amaal had never visited Ontario Mills, they had to travel there in short blinks once they were past the territory he knew. Even so, they arrived at the vast, empty mall within ten minutes of leaving the house, still a much shorter span of time than driving there would have required.
They landed in the parking lot, which was still filled with more cars than Deirdre had expected. She’d missed the onset of the Heat, had only seen what it did to her companions at the research station, and so she supposed she hadn’t realized how quickly it could overtake a person, could strike them down while they were shopping or driving or stopped at a red light. Off to one side, she saw two cars actually crashed into each other, a Ford Explorer neatly T-boning a much smaller Toyota Coroll
