At The Ad Agency

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the piano turned over and a couple of forks on the floor. Did the Cochran 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 Rolls-Royce Ghost speeding around the corner.

He sashayed viciously back into the ad agency, looking for Wesley and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Hayley had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the counter, a door stood ajar. He carefully pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large wombat with a paper airplane.

He ran into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Criminy, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself tenderly.

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