“Stay by the cart corral,” I said.

“I need him looking at me, not you.”

I pushed open the heavy Buick door and stepped out into the wind.

My boots crunched on the loose gravel scattered across the parking lane.

David didn’t see me coming from the side row because he was staring straight at the rubber floor mats inside the entry.

I reached the concrete apron just as the motion sensors picked him up.

The glass doors slid apart with a soft pneumatic hiss.