CHAPTER TEN
It was just a little after nine-thirty at night by the time Zero got to the movie theater, where Sanders told him he would liaise with the interpreter. But he didn’t need to go into auditorium 8 to know that she wasn’t there.
The parking lot was crawling with police cruisers, lights flashing as they evacuated the cineplex and tried to get people to go home. But a small crowd had formed of disgruntled patrons whose movies had been interrupted. Some were demanding refunds while others were clamoring to find out what was going on.
Zero edged closer, around the crowd, catching brief snippets of conversation as he did.
“…heard someone got shot in the parking lot…”
“…those were gunshots? I thought it was thunder…”
“…kids say they saw a woman get kidnapped…”
Near the box office
