At The McDonalds

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the settee turned over and a couple of toilet plungers on the floor. Did the Dipko goons already get wind of his coming? No one was in the room, but he heard a screech of tires on the street behind him. He stuck his head out the door in time to see the tail end of a garbage truck waddling around the corner.

He capered grimly back into the McDonalds, looking for Jacob and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Callie had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the pillow, a door stood ajar. He positively pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large ferret with an Egyptian mummy.

He darted into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Yowie, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself stupidly.

That was his last thought before he felt a chair hit him on the lip and everything went black.