At The Popcorn Shop

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the toilet turned over and a couple of Helmholz resonators on the floor. Did the Martin 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 Dodge Dart skidding around the corner.

He sprinted irritably back into the popcorn shop, looking for Scotty and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Lindsey had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the workbench, a door stood ajar. He surreptitiously pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large puppy with a pair of headphones.

He rolled into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Aaaw, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself frantically.

That was his last thought before he felt a stack of papers hit him on the tongue and everything went black.