The door of the Stop'N'Buy wouldn't budge.
Yet the market was clearly open for business. Frank Bennett could see people inside, partly obscured by the promotion signs, beer posters, and garage sale flyers plastered on the windows and door. With another impatient push, he felt the door yield slightly. When he finally got it open wide enough to squeeze his wiry body through, he found himself smack up against the well-padded posterior of Edith Marsden.
She brought up the rear of a line that stretched from the cash register, past the ice-cream cooler, snaking around the chip-and-dip display, to end right inside the...