I can see the lights up ahead. They’re close now, just a few hundred feet away, hidden behind a partially collapsed fence. I don’t see any gate, but a firm push knocks a large span of the fence down, and I walk through.

The spotlights are there, sitting right in the middle of the lot. They are like any ordinary spotlights, except that their thick power cord is not plugged into anything. It lies on the crumbled pavement like a dead snake. But I only give the lights a cursory glance. They don’t seem to be the focal point here. The lights are just the lure. This is a car lot, and the focal point is the car