The Paper Armor of Aisle 4: A Study in Calculated Restraint and Public Vindication
CHAPTER 1: THE TOLL AT AISLE 4 “You’re not moving this cart another inch,” Brenda announced, her arm locked across the metal display rack like a toll gate. The fluorescent bulbs overhead hummed with a low, sixty-cycle whine that seemed to vibrate directly inside Marcus Holloway’s skull. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t jerk the metal…