Chapter EighteenLynn located and moved to the aisle containing the feminine hygiene products. She selected a box of tampons and glanced around her, as usual, seeing no signs of watchful eyes. She moved quickly down the aisle toward the stockroom at the back of the store. As she walked, she checked the overhead mirrors at the end of the aisle for the location and movement of others. No one seemed to be following. She surveyed the area one last time, then darted through the faded wooden door of the storeroom and walked past a row of palletized merchandise to the battered restroom door on the left. There were two employees on the far side of the stockroom by the receiving dock, but their attention was consumed by inventorying merchandise a big rig was off-loading.
Lynn stepped silently into
