I had worked in retail hell for six years, three months, and two days, but the night of the robbery was the first time I had ever been in charge of a store at closing time. Now I was beginning to understand why Pops Franke had that twitch around his left eye. The place had been dead empty until ten minutes before nine. That’s when a mob stormed through the doors like someone announced we were giving out free ponies. For this crowd: free polo ponies. The Emporium was a gourmet food store located in a strip mall, except in