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Thrown for a Loss

        be that she was used to writing down what people told her, and here
        she had no notebook, no pen or pencil, no tiny computer. Tough to
        do  your  job  without  the  proper  tools.  Would  she  remember
        everything  she’d  seen  and  heard  during  this  disaster?  I  realized  I
        would  have  to  pay  extra  attention,  just  in  case  she  couldn’t.  As  it
        turned out, she did just fine without notes.
          “Was the person who said the money had fallen a man, woman or
        child?”
          Again he pondered. “I don’t know. It was like a screechy kind of
        voice, loud enough to be heard over all the noise in here.”
          He had a point. The mall was never totally quiet. And this area was
        one of the noisiest. People talking to each other and on cell phones,
        people walking on shoes with hard heels, people with loud babies in
        strollers with squeaky wheels. Music coming out of the loudspeakers
        all  the  time,  different  stuff  depending  on  the  time  of  day  or  if  a
        specific holiday was coming up. Plus a lot of the shops pumped out
        rock music to attract the kids. I think the customers liked the noise,
        made  them  feel  like  they  were  part  of  something  exciting.  Me?  I
        might have been able to pick out the voice if I heard it again. But this
        kid wasn’t a trained observer.
          “All right, Nolan. One last question and then you can go. Do you
        know Bertha Marks or Autumn Pratt?”
          “Never heard of them.”
          “Okay. Please leave your home phone number with Officer Weller
        before you leave.”
          Officer Weller. I liked the sound of that. I usually didn’t get that
        much respect from anyone, certainly not from a real police officer.
        Most of the public don’t know what to call me, so they don’t use any
        title  at  all.  A  middle-aged  woman  without  a  gun  doesn’t  impress
        anyone.  That’s  why  I  try  to  keep  up  a  dignified  manner,  to  get
        cooperation from people just with the force of my personality. I can’t
        say it always works. Teenagers can be the worst. Too old to fear me
        and too young to know they ought to.
          Anyway, I got the kid’s information and sent him on his way. He
        made a mad dash for the Cineplex. I hoped he’d miss two or three
        gigantic  explosions  or  whatever  special  effects  come  on  at  the
        beginning of Armageddon XIV. I hadn’t seen it but they always put
        something  like  that  at  the  beginning  of  those  thrillers  to  get  the

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