She smiled. “It never is.”
He didn’t abort. He drove. Because driving was the only truth he had left. The mall’s neon sign——loomed, misspelled and beautiful. He crashed through the glass atrium, spun 180 degrees, and stopped inches from the food court’s orange julius stand.
A bullet punched through the rear window. Real cops, real bullets. The heist crew had panicked. Leo swerved, the Challenger eating the g-force like candy. His comm crackled: “Leo, the mall is a trap. They know about the bitcoin. Abort.”