And now, with no one around and the Regal screening the front door, he wonders, nearly seriously, if he should steal the marlin. He can see himself driving away with the beak poking out a window. It’s got to be held on with bolts, and he doesn’t have the right tools. He can’t just leave a big hole in the wall. Plus there’s mall security circling the lots constantly. They’re probably watching him, sitting here looking suspicious with his windshield busted in. The regular cops would probably think he’s drunk. So no. The drive home’s going to be a bitch as it is.
