WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 5:30 P.M.
"Everybody on the floor! Close your eyes and cover your heads with your hands."
Silhouetted by a bright neon light in the parking lot that read bay liquor emporium, a gunman dashed into the store and slammed the door behind him. "Get down, now!"
He quickly checked out the situation. Stuffed with unopened cases of beer, wine, liquor, and food, along with Thanksgiving decorations, the store had barely enough room to walk through the aisles, much less hide someone from view.
Except for a lone customer -- a pudgy bald man in a business suit who looked like an accountant...