It would be easier to elicit information face-to-face, and the girl would probably be less likely to bolt again if they made a personal connection. “Can we spend a few minutes together, Alexis?” Phoebe asked gently. She felt as if she was tiptoeing toward a tiny bird, praying it wouldn’t fly off. “I think you’ll feel more comfortable talking face-to-face.” The girl sighed, obviously undecided. Phoebe stayed silent, fearful of tipping things the wrong way. “Are you still here—inside the mall?” Alexis asked finally. “I’m just outside, in the parking lot,” Phoebe said. Another sigh, this one practically a groan. “I’ll meet you, but not in here,” Alexis said begrudgingly. “There’s this big dumpster—right behind Friendly’s. I’ll meet you there. And I only have ten minutes. That’s all.” Phoebe had no clue where the Friendly’s was, and she didn’t want to waste precious time running inside to check the map again.
