The stores moved behind them. Abby tried not to turn around, but found herself peeking. She could see the Little Panda grind to a halt halfway between the Little Italy and the Subway.
She turned back to the security office, feeling absurdly guilty. “They wouldn’t move when there were people here. They don’t like being looked at.”
“I’m not sure if that’s more or less creepy,” Olly admitted. “It makes them like Weeping Angels that are… shopping.”
Abby took a breath. “I am not thinking about that right now.” She opened the door to the security office, half expecting to be hollered at by some guard who had been watching — well, not the mall, clearly.
There were cameras; there was a door. There were control boards like a sound room. There was a chair. But there was nobody in there. Continue reading