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Just as he spotted one, he saw a Nordstrom storefront at the end of the walkway. They'd have everything he needed. He picked up his pace and headed for the entrance.
    The assistant couldn't have been more helpful and within half an hour Malone walked out of the store loaded with bags. He felt good.
The mall had filled up with the aroma from Cinnabon. Malone's stomach cried out at the smell of cinnamon rolls oozing with creamy topping. Coffee and a bun made the perfect combination and he followed the tantalizing scent to the food hall.
    He juggled bags and food, and found an empty table. The warm, fresh roll quieted his cravings and he washed it down with hot coffee. Feeling content and amply rewarded for his efforts, Malone relaxed in his hard plastic chair to do a little people-watching.
Looking around at the singles, families, and small groups of people, he wanted to know their stories. How come they could be in a mall in the afternoon during the week? Didn't they have jobs to go to?
    Most of them were carrying bags and boxes. How did they make their money? He looked at an obese family, plates loaded with Chinese food. Malone assumed the food had come from Benny Chan's all-you-can-eat buffet. He wondered if Benny Chan shuddered when he saw people that size coming in.
Malone was just starting to feel bad about his negative thoughts when he heard a girl's high-pitched squeal behind him. He jumped, and turned around to see a group of girls giggling and screaming with pleasure at running into each other. They were already digging into each other's bags, looking for treasures. His pulse racing, Malone decided it was time to leave.
    He spent the rest of the day at home and as eight o'clock drew closer he began to pace around the living room like a caged tiger.
This was when he was expecting Daniel, the computer salesman. Now
Malone started to think he should have spent the time since he'd come back from the shopping mall cleaning the place, or at least picking up a few things, but he'd had beige vans driving around in his head all afternoon. Was there really a connection between the two cases? If so, what could he do that the police couldn't?
    When Malone opened the door to Daniel, the young man was struggling to hold on to the bulky computer box. 'Whoa there, man, maid got the year off?' he said as the door opened and the smell of beer and week-old pizzas hit him. He had a smile on his face, but dipped his head to avoid the full force of the stench entering his nose.
    'Let's just say I've been taking a little time out,' Malone replied, embarrassed. 'Whatever, man. Where do you want it set up?'
    Malone ushered him down the hall in the direction of the bedroom.
Daniel gave Malone a second look, but seemed satisfied it would be safe enough.
    As he placed the main computer box on the desk, Daniel glanced around the room. He was taking in the pictures and the writing on the wall, but unsure what it all meant he decided it was none of his business. After repeated trips to his car for additional boxes, he began to connect monitor, mouse, keyboard, and printer to the computer terminal and the power.
    Malone watched as the cables and hardware started to conform to his image of how it all should look. 'You really know your way around this stuff,' he said, impressed by the young man's speed and knowledge and silently congratulating himself for taking Daniel up on his offer.
    When everything was in place, Daniel pulled up a chair and switched on the machine. The monitor sprang to life and the computer started to click and whirr. He took a disk from its sleeve and inserted it into the open tray. His fingers whizzed around the keyboard typing messages and clicking boxes. 'It'll take me a few minutes to customize this for you and install all the bits . . .'
    Malone could only stare. If he'd tried to help he'd only have got in the way.
    'Do you want a drink?'
    'Sure, got a beer?'
    'Nothing alcoholic, sorry.' His tone was more