The Cold Weight of Proof Under the Fluorescent Lights of Lane Four
CHAPTER 1: THE STEEL BARRIER AT LANE FOUR The smell of warm floor wax, stale popcorn, and cold rain off the parking lot hung thick beneath the high-bay rafters of the Oakridge Supercenter. It was a Saturday rush, the kind that turned six-lane concrete aisles into congested arterial roads choked with rusted metal carts, tired…