We close the Walmart at 2 AM. I'm the one who locks the front sliders from the inside. Marco's at the back loading dock. The whole store goes dim — just the safety lights humming. I pull the gate down, click the lock, and turn to head to the stockroom.

That's when I see it.

Through the little security window in the door... the dairy section lights are still on. Bright. White. Like noon. And one of the freezer doors is hanging open.

I didn't open it. Marco couldn't have — he's two hundred feet away.

I key my radio. "Marco. You at dairy?"

Silence.

Then his voice, real quiet. "Dude. I'm in the truck. I've been in the truck twenty minutes."

I look back through the window.

The freezer door is closed now.

And someone's standing in front of it.