No Easy Way Out

  At the end of breakfast, some names were read out over the loudspeaker to come to the mall offices for reassignment. Lexi assumed this only meant more bad news—what new jobs were needed at this late stage in the game? The mystery was solved when the guard who surveyed their work in the laundry was replaced with a regular mall person bearing a stun baton.

  “Are you serious?” Maddie said, staring at the newcomer.

  Ginger paled to an even whiter shade. “Do you think he got any training on how to not kill people with that thing?”

  “My mom wouldn’t let people out in the mall without some sort of lesson,” Lexi said, trying to convince herself as she spoke. “She’s all about proper usage of power tools.”

  Maddie turned back to her pool-cleaner-turned-laundry stirrer. “Let’s just say I wouldn’t want to be the one to test his skills.”

  Ginger was folding dry clothes from the lines that webbed the ceiling of the parking garage. “I think I might need some cheering up.” This was code for wanting to take a trip to their closet full of designer goodies.

  “I could use a break,” Maddie said, pulling off her shower cap.

  Lexi had no interest in donning clothes that would make her feel even worse than she did already. “I think I’ll check in on my dad instead.”

  The three of them informed the plainclothes guard that they were taking a bathroom break.

  “You have fifteen,” he said, sounding way too aware of the power his new stick implied. “Don’t make me come looking for you.”

  As they rode the escalator to the first floor, Maddie held her hands up and made a face like, Oooh, I’m scared. Lexi wasn’t sure that they shouldn’t be, given the swagger that guy was sporting.

  Lexi checked in with the woman at the front of the med center. “Sorry, honey,” she said. “No news.”

  “Can I see him?” she begged.

  “Flu patients are off limits,” the woman said.

  Lexi sat in the waiting area anyway. Maybe Dr. Chen would walk by and she could wheedle him for more or better information. Was her father still running a fever? Was he coughing up blood? Was there any hope at all?

  Finally, without seeing a single other person and not wanting to risk giving the guard at the Laundry a reason to try out his stun gun, Lexi left to return to work. Thinking Ging and Mad needed an outside influence to pry them away from their treasure, she first stopped in at the JCPenney.

  Residents were allowed access to their Home Store during the day, so there was no problem checking in with the guard. It was only when Lexi tried to enter the stockroom that she ran into trouble.

  “No entry,” a voice said.

  “I just need to get something,” Lexi whined, pushing on the door.

  The door swept open and a guard in full riot gear stood in front of her. “Are we going to have a problem, miss?” he asked.

  Lexi saw behind him two other guards who each held Maddie and Ginger, their hands bound behind them, their heads lolling on what looked like broken necks.

  “Those are my friends!” Lexi screamed.

  “Your friends are in a heap of trouble,” the guard growled. “I suggest you find some new ones.”

  Lexi’s heart was in her throat. They couldn’t take Maddie and Ginger from her. She’d have no one without them. The Senator. Her mother could stop this.

  Lexi ran from the guard, bolted out of the JCPenney, took the stairs two at a time to the third floor, and banged on the glass. The guard on duty buzzed her in.

  “Mom!” she yelled.

  Her mother was in a meeting with the food woman and some other guy. “What is it?” her mother said, looking concerned.

  “Security!” Lexi said, heaving breath. “They took—Maddie and—Ginger.”

  The Senator frowned. “I’m sorry, honey, but they are out of my hands.”

  “You’re in charge of the mall,” Lexi said. “How can they be out of your hands?”

  “I handed complete control of security matters to Mr. Goldman,” she said. “You can speak with him on your friends’ behalf, but if they have been detained, they must have been doing something.”

  “They kept some clothes that should have been thrown out,” Lexi said. “It wasn’t a big deal. And what about innocent until proven guilty?”

  Her mother looked like she was sad for Lexi and her simple ideas about justice. “Baby, this is not a courtroom. This is a crisis. I’ll mention it to Goldman when I see him. Anyway, I hear the lockups are nearing capacity. Your friends will probably be questioned and released.”

  Questioned and released? This was supposed to be a comfort? How was she supposed to survive by herself until their release? And where were they being questioned? In some jail with a bunch of crazy deviants? Maddie would be fine, but Ginger?

  Lexi couldn’t catch her breath. She stumbled down the hall and out the door, then stopped against the railing. If her mother couldn’t or wouldn’t help, then Lexi would have to find someone else who would. And she only knew of one person with the ability to unlock locked doors: Marco.

  • • •

  Shay awoke and guessed it was some time around Lights On. She was used to waking up at this time by now; it didn’t matter that she was currently in a dark theater outside the rules of the rest of the mall. Gathering her things was easy—all she had was her bag. She put on Ryan’s sweatshirt, the one she’d been using as a pillow. It wasn’t cold, but she wanted something of his near her.

  Using her penlight, she picked her way down the terraced steps of the theater to where she’d seen Marco earlier, curled near the weapons pile. He was still there, alone, apart. Shay couldn’t blame him for being wary of his new friends. After all, she was.

  She knelt beside him and whispered his name. He stirred, then pushed himself up onto his elbows. “What do you want?” he said snidely.

  “I need a favor,” she said.

  “Why would I do you a favor?”

  “Not me,” she said. “Preeti. I need to see her, make sure she’s okay.”

  He looked at her body. It was unnerving, but something about her shirt softened his face. “What can I do to help you with that?”

  “I want some guarantee that we can escape if we need to,” Shay said. “I want to borrow your card key.”

  She knew she was asking a lot. Marco clearly depended on the card for more than its ability to open doors. It was his one claim to power within the gang. And she was asking him to give it away to help her. It was a long shot. A very long shot.

  Marco touched her shirt. Shay was afraid he would ask her for a kiss and she would have to say no. There was no more pretending on that front. But instead he said, “Is Ryan going with you?”

  “He’d get caught the second we stepped out into the mall,” she said. “I can’t ask him to risk that.”

  Marco dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out the card. He pressed it into her palm. “You should let him decide if he wants to take the risk.”

  He rolled over, away from her, toward the wall. Their conversation was over. Still, she crouched there over him for a moment longer.

  “Thanks,” she whispered.

  He didn’t respond.

  Shay wondered if he was right. If she were Ryan, would she have wanted him to give her the choice? The answer was obvious. She crawled back up to where he slept and kissed his cheek.

  He started awake, then relaxed seeing her face in the dim penlight. “You okay?” he asked.

  She knew then that she’d made the right choice. Of course he agreed to go with her. He grabbed what few things he had and got up immediately.

  “It’s a big risk,” she whispered. “That guy’s probably looking for you.”

  “So we stay under the radar,” Ryan said. “Blend in.” He laughed, ran his finger lightly
over her black eye. “Maybe we need to find some Halloween makeup.”

  They pushed aside the barricade at the fire stairwell door and snuck out into the fluorescent light together.

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  Lexi took her tray to a large, empty picnic table. She wanted to make sure there was room for Maddie and Ginger when they showed. She even took her plate off its tray to keep her footprint to a minimum on the tabletop. Her eyes scanned the crowds. Where were they? Why hadn’t they been released yet?

  As she scraped spoonfuls into her mouth, one after the other, it became harder to pretend Maddie and Ginger were ever going to join her, which meant she needed Marco. She’d had no luck finding him earlier, and ended up in trouble with her geriatric supervisor for being late back from break. The old bat put her on extra laundry duty for the afternoon. This meant lunch was her only time to find Marco until dinner, but alas, she didn’t see him in the crowd.

  The perimeter of the first-floor courtyard was surrounded by guards in full riot gear. Lexi wondered where the armed civilians were stationed. And why were they all on high alert? Something must have happened. The “deviants” must have done something to piss Goldman off.

  Lexi found she was no longer hungry. What if something happened? What if there was another riot? What then? She was alone—her father was maybe dead, her mother was locked away with her job, and her friends had been taken from her. She felt the weight of that dead body crushing her spine. Heard the screams of those trapped around her. She couldn’t breathe.

  “Miss, are you all right?” A man placed his tray on the table, then held Lexi’s shoulder.

  Lexi couldn’t control her breathing. Her throat felt like it was collapsing, the room began to spin. Her heart beat in her ears.

  “I think I need some help here!” the man cried.

  Lexi felt herself lifted up and laid on a gurney. She watched the black of the skylights pass above her before everything went black.

  • • •

  Marco was shaken awake by Mike. The lights in the ceiling, though dim by mall standards, still probed his brain like ice picks. He had a hangover of epic proportions. “If you keep shaking me, I will puke,” he mumbled.

  Mike dropped his shoulder. “You seen Shrimp? He and the girl aren’t here.”

  So she did ask him. . . . It had been a bit of a test: Was she wearing his shirt because she was leaving Ryan or because she was cold and the shirt had been there? Did she even know it was Marco’s? Apparently, she had put the shirt on for reasons having nothing to do with him. She had gone back for Ryan, asked him to join her, and clearly he had.

  Marco eased himself up to sit against the wall. He needed its support for his throbbing brain. “They left,” he said. “Shay wants to rescue her sister.”

  Mike looked confused. “Are they coming back?”

  “I would bet not.”

  Now Mike looked angry. He gritted his teeth, then spit on the floor. “Screw him. Fine.” He turned to the rest of the sleepers. “Everybody up! We have crap to get done!”

  It took a while to get everyone up and moving. Mike acted like this was the army, but this was more like a sleepover. The girls were annoyed at not having a bathroom. The guys were happy to piss down the stairwell. The bathroom situation was one in need of solving, so of course Mike looked to Marco.

  “Take them somewhere,” he said, like Marco was a counselor at his camp.

  “I gave Shay my card,” Marco said, feeling oddly free.

  “What?” Mike looked ready to tear him a new asshole.

  “It was half hers anyway,” Marco said, a dizzy lightness mixing with the nausea and pounding headache.

  “How the hell could you have given it away?” Mike said, sounding less angry than exasperated. “How the hell are we supposed to survive without it?”

  “We were in need of a more permanent solution anyway,” Marco said. “I have some ideas.”

  He hefted a crowbar from the pile of weapons. Marco walked past the stunned crowd and slammed the hooked edge of the thing into the wall above the door. After a few slams, he was able to wrench apart the drywall exposing the wires of the magnetic door lock system.

  “Perfect,” Marco said, pointing to the hole.

  “This solves nothing,” Mike growled.

  “It solves everything,” Marco said, suddenly needing the support of the wall again. “See,” he said, closing his eyes and pressing his temples for a moment. “If you rip those wires out, you cut the power to the lock. It’ll be open season for everyone, card or no.”

  Drew was the first fan of this tactic. “We’ll have free run of the place,” he said.

  Mike was less thrilled. “Won’t security notice that their doors are off line?”

  “Security has a lot of things to worry about,” Marco said, still trying to stem the throbbing in his skull. “Broken doors will be merely one in a list of hundreds of things they have to manage.”

  Drew took the lead with the defense of the plan. “If we all head out in different directions, busting doors and stuff, they’ll have no idea where to strike first. It’s brilliant, Taco.” He held up his hand for a fist bump. Marco missed on his first try, hit weakly on the second.

  Mike was still frowning. “It slows us down. But you’ve left us with no other options.” He perched himself on top of a stack of boxes. “And it doesn’t change my plans.” Mike proposed that they recruit more people to their cause. “We’re going to need more food at some point and we need our own private army if we’re going to get into the Sam’s Club.”

  “I think I smell a party coming on,” Drew said, throwing an arm around Mike.

  “Party, recruitment, whatever, I just need people. You guys get them here, then we organize our move on the Sam’s Club.”

  Drew and the Tarrytown guys high-fived like they had this covered. Mike, however, turned to the girls. “More guys will come if they think there will be girls, so you’re in charge of recruitment. You guys work on this door situation with Marco.”

  Drew seemed crestfallen. “And you? What are you doing?”

  “Coming up with a way to get us into the Sam’s Club.”

  Marco grabbed a water bottle from the dwindling pile and joined Mike as he stalked up the steps toward the stairwell to his “office.” “You need help?” he asked, swigging the water like it was life itself.

  “You’re lucky I don’t plant your ass through the wall,” Mike growled.

  “Busting the doors will be better in the long run,” Marco said, unfazed. “This way, we can split into groups. Less chance of getting caught all in one fell swoop.”

  “You should have talked to me about it.”

  “You want me to talk to you about things, then you let me in on planning.”

  Mike paused at the door to the projection booth stairs. “Fine,” he said. “You babysit Drew and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, then I’ll let you in on my plans.”

  Marco nodded. It was a good enough start.

  • • •

  Ryan had no idea what he was doing, but he knew that the alternative—letting Shay go—was not possible. Where he would live, how he would eat once she returned to the real mall, he had no idea. But they were together, and somehow Shay had gotten hold of Marco’s magic card, and for now, that was all he needed.

  They wound their way down service halls, trying to use store names as a guide through the crisscrossing passages, until they found Target, then crossed to the opposite side of the mall through its abandoned and heavily picked over stockroom, and began their twisting way back toward the center of the mall and down a level to the food court. Shay’s plan was to find Preeti there and try to talk to her, patch things up. She kept muttering her apology as they walked down the halls.

 
“Is she really going to be that pissed?” Ryan had never felt so entitled as to be angry with his older brother. Thad had abandoned him plenty of times, sometimes on the bad nights when Dad was rampaging. Ryan had hid in his closet and waited things out. When Thad resurfaced, Ryan would be grateful, not angry.

  “I promised I wouldn’t leave her,” Shay said. “Then I did.”

  Ryan still found the idea ludicrous. If he had yelled at Thad, it would have driven Thad away, not made him guilty enough to risk arrest to patch things up. Still, this was Shay, not Thad. Ryan recognized that there was a world of difference between the two.

  When they reached a door leading out into the food court, Shay told Ryan to wait in the service halls. “You don’t need to get caught our first hour out in the mall,” she said.

  He agreed, but then snuck out after her, hiding in their usual spot in the abandoned Magic Wok. He would not let her out of his sight.

  Shay wandered out into the crowds of kids and adults, peering into each. Then a tall guy approached her. Ryan remembered him—the one who’d constantly interrupted their meetings. What was his name? Kris? That felt right. Ryan was usually good with names.

  Kris did not look happy. He seemed to be yelling at Shay. He pointed to her face. The bruised eye would not be helpful if Shay’s goal was to prove that she’d been fine while she was away. Then Shay got a word in, turned and began searching for Preeti again. Kris grabbed her arm. Shay jerked her arm back.

  This did not look good. Ryan crept closer to hear what was being said.

  “You just up and left her,” Kris shouted. “She had kind of a breakdown.”

  “A breakdown?” Shay asked snidely. “She’s ten. You just don’t want me to see her.”

  “I want you to see her, I just want to know what the hell happened to you and what the hell you think you’re doing falling off the face of the earth and then showing up like nothing’s happened, meanwhile you’re covered in bruises and look like hell.”

  Shay glared at him. “What happened? What happened was that I had my own breakdown. I tried it your way—pretended to be happy, but I can’t pretend that much for that long. Preeti will understand.”