Aisle Seven Standoff: The Price of Standing Ground in the Dusty Gray of Suburban Entitlement
CHAPTER 1: AISLE SEVEN STANDOFF The heavy steel edge of the flatbed lumber cart struck the laminate base of Register Four with a sharp, metallic bang that rattled the display rack of brass drawer pulls. Julian Mercer did not flinch. He stood in the narrow twelve-inch gap between the conveyor belt and the steel cart,…