Chapter 38

John hurried after Sara, who was almost sprinting, weaving her way between and around shoppers in the mall. They beeline for the cloth section where two of Lucy’s men stood guard, imitating the security personnels in the mall.

“What’s wrong?” John asked Sara.

“I don’t know what to make of it,”

Sara led John into the building.

Police officers were moving around, taping a section of the cloth line with their yellow tape to keep off visitors. John’s heartbeat increased, fearing the worst had happened to Rita.

“Excuse me,” one officer said. “You can’t be here. This is a crime scene,”

“No, you don’t understand. I rushed to get my friend because my bag is in that section,” Sara explained, trying to push her way through.

She succeeded long enough for John to peek through and see that on the floor lay two Spectre men with a bullet to their skull.

Rita’s phone, pink in its outer cover, lay a few feet from them, damaged beyond repair.

John searched the section with his gaze, looking fo