Synopsis

Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight piercing the gloom of the forgotten room. Mike coughed, waving a hand in front of his face as he surveyed the scene. Beside him, Frank ran a gloved hand along a stack of crates, his breath catching with a low whistle. They had been searching for weeks, following whispers and rumors, and now, here it was – a hidden cache within the walls of Old Man Hemlock’s Emporium, a legendary bicycle and sporting goods store that had served the city for over a