I transfer the flashlight to my off-hand, slipping my good hand inside my jacket to grip the butt of my .44 in its chest holster. It's already killed two men tonight. If anyone else tries coming after me, they'll get the same.

Creeping forward, I emerge from the back of the pallet stacks and find a second set of retractable fencing. For a moment, I think there must have been some additional feature to this crime scene that Albright withheld from me. Instead, I realize the fencing ...