The craft store appeared several minutes later at the far end of a small shopping plaza.
Most of the surrounding storefronts had been broken into long ago, leaving shattered windows and dark interiors behind faded signs, but the craft store's front glass was still intact beneath a wide purple awning.
Chenghai slowed the SUV before turning into the parking lot, carefully steering around the vehicles that had been abandoned between the faded lines. One had a shattered windshield, while another sat with both front doors open and dried blood covering part of the driver's seat.
Weeds had grown around the tires, and a thick layer of dirt covered the hoods, making it obvious that none of them had moved recently.
There were no fresh tire tracks near the store entrance either. That was a good thing.
Zhenlan studied the glass doors while Chenghai drove closer. "It doesn't look like anyone has used the front recently."
