Sixteen tempting acres where 40,000 people buy their fantasies in the climate-controlled luxury of the world's most spectacular shopping arena. Mel Goodman the landlord rose from mean streets to create the Mall. But he still collects rents at "the building," his hated slum legacy, never noticing...His tenant, Jeffrey Prince, frustrated assistant architect for the Mall, whose drug dealing leads him to the crime that would turn Goodman's dream into a nightmare. Six killers execute Prince's blueprint for terror. Eleven million dollars for 40,000 lives. Or in the gleaming shops, the lavish restaurants, the slaughter will begin.
So many promises are made, but few are kept, when you shop...The Mall. The cover promises minty-green horror, but it's citrus colored crime. The opening chapters promise ultra-violence with a side of sleaze, but not a single crowd of shoppers are raked with machine gun fire when they're taken hostage. The birthday party for the owner of the Mall promises delicious cake, but it is never served.