Day Twenty-five
Fuck.
..she thought as she clambered up the splintering fence, almost too high for her and definitely not sturdy enough by half. How did she get into this, anyway? Why did she ever trust someone else on a job? That was just asking for trouble, asking for someone to notice when she came by without a penny and went with a wallet or necklace or bracelet. But Jake had ruined it, of course. And now of course the security was after her, but they were only mall security and so she’d gone slower, playful and inviting chase, grateful for a chance to break the day’s monotony. But then they’d called for help, and the help had turned out to not be overweight and undershape. The help was sleek and quick and almost got her by the penny fountain but miss and slipped and she threw change in his face, laughing, only to shriek when his hand closed on her ankle. She slipped, a fall that would have been graceful in slow motion but in normal was jarring with tile and water. But she was up, bounding over the guard and out of the fountain and down the main section of the hall, weaving between old women and teenagers with equal contempt. But by then the guard was back after her. But if she could just make it over the parking lot fence…but then she felt fingers on her ankle, grasping, clawing, holding.