Howard looked over the boy’s shoulders to see standing Anita about ten feet away flanked by two burly men. One of them was a uniformed Mall security officer and the other wore a white polo shirt embroidered with the arcade’s logo with the title “Manager” underneath. The security guard looked at the group suspiciously with his right hand lightly resting on his holstered pistol and said in a authoritative voice, “I think its time for all of you to go home, boys. You’ve had enough fun for one dayÖ Unless you want to come with me for a long talk in the Mall Security office.”
The leader of the teenaged hoodlums shook his head “no” and gestured with his head toward the other boys. They would come back another day.
