At The Police Station

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the water bed turned over and a couple of flashlights on the floor. Did the Potts 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 Firebird zipping around the corner.

He rolled dolorously back into the police station, looking for John Paul and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Roberta had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the wine rack, a door stood ajar. He tenderly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large tapeworm with a toupee.

He clambered into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Marvelous, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself perkily.

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