And the chase was on. We
bolted, heading for the doors. I
knew if a guard cut us off at the exit
we’d be trapped, so we were hauling
ass as fast as we could. We cleared
the exit. The second we hit the
parking lot, mall cops were coming
at us from every direction, a dozen
of them at least. I was running with
my head down. These guards knew
me. I was in that mall all the time.
The guards knew my mom, too. She
did her banking at that mall. If they
even caught a glimpse of who I was,
I was dead.
We ran straight across the
parking lot, ducking and weaving