A kiosk of rakes and brooms lay splayed in one aisle, Jared had to skip over the wooden handles. A stand-up display of decorating magazines was knocked over, the shiny pages gleamed in the store’s fluorescent lights. He skidded as he plopped one booted foot on Martha Stewart’s smiling face, selling some gee-gaw.
The store’s public address system screeched on and a woman’s quavering voice bounced throughout the warehouse. “Shoppers, we have uh—a slight situation here. There appears to be, ah, there is a -–uh, large animal in the store.…” The PA buzzed off for a few seconds, then came on again, voices whispering in the background. “Please, everyone, stay calm. There is a tiger loose in the store. Please just stand still, we’re calling the police right now, everyone stay calm.”