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Hardware SuperCenter was a sprawling big-box store composed of ten-foot-tall shelves stocked with hardware, tools, pool supplies, appliances, and a garden center. And not a helpful hardware person in sight. I’d once accompanied my brother, Jake, to the location near my house. Big mistake. He was like a kid in a candy store. Seriously, how many hammers or saw blades does one person need?
Caden, Rodeo, and I strolled in through the automatic doors, drawing stares from customers and employees alike. Between our ballistic vests, walkie-talkies, and weapons, they probably figured we were a SWAT team.
“Caden, head over to the garden center and cover that exit,” I said. “Pratt’s file says that’s where he works.”
“Finally a chance to get in on the action.” Caden hustled away past the pool su
