He finally found the source of the lights. There was a Walmart. It was late but Walmart was open twenty-four hours and it was just before Thanksgiving.
Gods, I’m cold.The parking lot was full. If they caught up with him, they couldn’t shift or take him in a crowd. He still had his wallet and phone. Thank God for incompetent kidnappers.
He went up to the greeter, an older man of about sixty-five. His throat was parched but he managed to get the words out. “Can you tell me where we are?” Sean asked trying to stay standing.
The man grabbed him arm and sat him down on the bench closest to the door. He looked a little wary, noticing Sean’s injuries. “Can I get you some help? Call security?”
“No thanks.” Sean rasped, took a breath and winced.
“Do you want me to call the police?”