His mind was foggy and unfocused. He decided to take a ride past the mall just to see if it was still standing. Something about the most recent threat response had been a little different than usual, and not knowing why was getting to him. Somehow he knew the police would still be there. With dogs. It would be fun to hide a thousand chew biscuits all over Timberwoods and see if the dogs could be distracted. Dolph Richards would only laugh, but Harold Baumgarten might get the message that someone who knew the mall well was playing a vicious little game with the surveillance team. Nah. Harold was too damn dumb to figure anything out. But Charlie nixed the idea anyway. Someone in the upper offices was likely to spot him on the security monitors and most likely they would be checking the shopping center inch by inch. He looked at his watch and shuffled back into the house, his bedroom slippers making slapping sounds on the concrete floor. Time to take some cough medicine and more aspirin. Maybe he would take a cold tablet, too.
