At The Hair Salon

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the display case turned over and a couple of napkins on the floor. Did the Van Hook 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 Studebaker flouncing around the corner.

He inched arrogantly back into the hair salon, looking for Fido and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Michele had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the bath mat, a door stood ajar. He suavely pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large hyena with an air horn.

He slid into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Dum de dum dum, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself merrily.

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