"Like Hollywood," he quipped, pushing the door of the Emporium open. The place was silent as a tomb, the lights out, dark ... like something out of the movies they used to pile into when they were kids, loaded up with popcorn and Swedish Fish and SnoCaps. He knew it was just a store. He'd been in there a few times already during proper business hours. He knew. He knew it was fine.

So why the chill creeping down his shoulders, setting the hair on his arms on end?

"... or mainstream retail ..."