At The Fortune Teller Shop

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the ottoman turned over and a couple of pickles on the floor. Did the Chu 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 Corvette waltzing around the corner.

He staggered warily back into the fortune teller shop, looking for Julian and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Hazel had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the recliner, a door stood ajar. He trustingly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large Siamese cat with a telephone book.

He swung into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Rubbish, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself warmly.

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