Chapter Twenty-Five
Sophia kept one hand on her MP7 in the footwell and the other on the dashboard as Benito bounced them over a speed hump and toward the shopping mall’s main entrance. In the rear-vision mirror, she could see two white cars—police squad cars with sirens wailing—struggling to keep up.
Ahead, the mall shared its entrance with a pair of high-rise condominiums. Benito maintained his speed and followed the curve of the drive-through, lined with potted ferns and palm trees. The mall was a glistening four-story fortress of glass, decorated with red umbrellas and neatly manicured balls of shrubbery. Benito swerved the jeep around the taxis, then screamed to a halt. Another police car intercepted them from the other side. The officers were already out of the car, pistols aimed.
