From behind a newspaper, Kearns watched Buick sedan pull into the space in front of him. He’d been there an hour now, the shopping center open for half that time. The lot had slowly filled since he arrived. Kearns folded the paper, and got out of his car. He stretched, and walked around to the trunk. Using the opportunity to make one last sweep, looking for prowl cars or potential onlookers.
A few minutes later, Kearns turned back on the highway, driving south to nowhere particular. He figured on taking a train in the next city, wherever it was headed.