Chapter 10At two in the morning, the parking lot was dark. The tall lights having shut off automatically at midnight. The headlights of the approaching vehicle briefly lit the lot. The illumination only lasted for a moment, as the driver shut the lights off as he entered the parking area. With sixty to choose from, Bruce Wilson picked a spot that was heavily shaded by some trees. Hopefully, the security cameras would have their view of this space partially blocked.
The small, older Ford Focus, stopped and Bruce slipped on a black ski mask and put on a ball cap with a Red Sox logo to hide his face. He had borrowed the car from a friend. Bruce had explained that his pickup truck was having problems and he needed to use the Focus tonight. In truth, there was nothing wrong with his truck, but
