“Okay. Pull in over there. Wait in the car and keep the motor running.”
“You got it.”
She exited from the passenger door and ran behind the parked vehicles until she was directly in front of the store. Looking in the window gave her no clue. Nothing seemed out of place. Tourists dressed in their new Hawaiian garb were milling up and down the aisles, shopping and laughing. No one appeared to be concerned or worried.
She entered, looking everywhere, her eyes scanning the place, especially where Sara had waited the last time by the wall of sandals. Quickly she checked the ladies’ room and even the men’s room and found both empty. Next she caught up with a store employee, showed him her badge and questioned him. “Has there been any trouble in here tonight?”
“No more than the usual shoplifting, breakage, denied credit cards and fighting spouses. You know, the regular nutcases, but nothing out of the ordinary.”
She nodded and headed out.
Friggin’, shittin’ hell!