At The Music Store

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the filing cabinet turned over and a couple of brooms on the floor. Did the Bransen 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 Ford Falcon tiptoeing around the corner.

He blundered happily back into the music store, looking for Ethan and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Valerie had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the toilet, a door stood ajar. He bitterly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large Doberman with a muffin.

He stormed into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Poof, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself roughly.

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