22 KentKent maneuvered his cruiser off the four-lane avenue paralleling Interstate-90 and into an asphalt parking lot that fronted a big-box liquor store and a twenty-four-hour check cashing service. Between them were a doughnut shop, a martial arts center, and a tax preparer, as well as the enterprise he’d targeted for a visit this sunny Monday morning.
Listed second on the strip mall’s four-color marquee, Tower Adult advertised rental and sale of DVDs, Magazines, and Adult Toys. The same words repeated in discreet green-and-white lettering across the front of its one-story concrete block retail outlet. Brightly-lit and painted a nondescript tan with a line of orange neon accenting the roofline, Tower Adult looked more like a convenience store than a vendor of p**n and erotic playthings.
