Stealing the Network

McGaylver

“In here,” Gayle said, pulling open the Rite Aid door and pushing Pawn through. She checked to see if anyone noticed them entering. There was a woman scolding a child for picking chewing gum up from the sidewalk and a man fighting with a Coke machine trying to make it accept a bill. No agents, no police. Following Pawn through the entrance, she removed her blazer, turned it inside out, and donned the now Khaki jacket with a final tug from the front hems to straighten it out.

She surveyed the interior while she pulled her hair into a knotted pony tail. There was an ice cream station to the left, immediately followed by cosmetics counters. To the right was the liquor and cheap wine racks set perpendicular to the toy aisles. The pharmacy ...