Ian stared, like he wasn't able to look away even if he wanted to. And the guy talking to him wasn't any less weird. But as far as Murphy could tell, he might actually be getting through to the kid. Or at least had his full attention. To the point that Murphy began slowly shuffling to the side, around the back end of the check out, and the cashier went still, hands in the money drawer but not doing anything.

What the hell was going on?