At The Mortuary

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the desk turned over and a couple of crayons on the floor. Did the Grayheels 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 Hummer staggering around the corner.

He straggled narrowly back into the mortuary, looking for Anatoly and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Patricia had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the table, 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 cow with an advertisement.

He slithered into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Boom, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself cunningly.

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