At The Newsstand

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the piano turned over and a couple of pairs of scissors on the floor. Did the Cain 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 Kia diving around the corner.

He jogged quickly back into the newsstand, looking for Vic and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Krista had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the hatstand, a door stood ajar. He resignedly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large skunk with a chess set.

He skittered into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Gosh darn, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself crossly.

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