“But it might be possible,” Rita said.
Jesse shook his head slowly.
“Maybe not,” he said.
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The note was hand printed in big block letters with blue ink.
TO FIND OUT ABOUT YOUR SERIAL KILLER, BE AT THE FOOD COURT AT
NORTHEAST MALL AT 7 PM. THURSDAY.
ALONE!!!!!!!
The letters looked a little wavery, as if the writer were old.
“Probably printed it left-handed,” Jesse said.
“To frustrate the handwriting experts,”
Molly
said.
“Yep.”
“Is handwriting analysis really that effective?” Molly
said.
Jesse smiled and looked as if he thought it wasn’t.
“You know that mall?” Jesse said.
“I’m a suburban mother,” Molly
said. “Of course I do. Don’t
you?”
“I’m not a suburban mother,”
Jesse said. “I’ll go up there this
afternoon and scope it out.”
“You haven’t ever been there?”
“Only outside,” Jesse said.
“When I met Candace
there.”
“Hard to imagine,” Molly said.
“Do you think it’s
them?”
“Yep.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Show up,” Jesse said.
“It’s Tuesday,” Molly said.
“We have today and tomorrow to get
ready.”
“How crowded would it be on a Thursday evening,” Jesse
said.
“Quite,” Molly said.
“It’s crowded every night, and it’s time to
be buying the spring wardrobe.”
“Sure it is.”
“There are a bunch of exits from the mall,” Molly said. “Not
counting the ones that the stores use, you know for truck deliveries and stuff.”
“Be hard to cover them all.”
“I’m sure the state police will help, and the local cops will
give us some people.”
Jesse shook his head.
“Too many jurisdictions,” he said.
“I won’t be able to control
it.”
