Jax drove down the underground garage and parked.

The mall was only open for a few more hours, but everyone was out of school and work now, which meant it would be packed.

They walked through the garage, the smell of fuel and metal more prominent than anything else. On the escalator, they saw a little girl holding a balloon, asleep in her father’s arms.

Lola smiled and looked lovingly at the girl’s closed eyes and pouted lips.

“This way,” Jax said when they ...