At The Auto Repair Shop

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the coffee table turned over and a couple of lemons on the floor. Did the Wenzel 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 station wagon prancing around the corner.

He scurried testily back into the auto repair shop, looking for Flash and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Seema had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the settee, a door stood ajar. He sharply pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large lamb with a candy cane.

He slunk into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Golly whiz, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself hopelessly.

That was his last thought before he felt an oriental vase hit him on the big toe and everything went black.