Chapter 9

He didn’t bother with a ticket for himself—two hours watching men in uniforms beat the crap out of each other wasn’t his idea of entertainment unless it was a rugby match. So he walked around the mall until the shops closed, then sat in the car listening to a classical music channel on satellite radio until the movie was over. Then he drove closer to the cinema’s entrance and waited for Brooks to appear.

A pack of kids hung out nearby, a few with skateboards they were jumping off the curb, some smoking even though they looked too young to do so. A paper bag was also being passed around surreptitiously, and from the way they acted as they sipped from it, Alan figured it contained something alcoholic. Where was a cop when you needed one?