At The Barbershop

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the table turned over and a couple of skulls on the floor. Did the Haddad 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 Buick Le Sabre sallying forth around the corner.

He sashayed zestily back into the barbershop, looking for Rob and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Krystal had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the bookcase, a door stood ajar. He warmly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large fox with a cracker.

He walked into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Great Caesar's ghost, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself ignobly.

That was his last thought before he felt a hip flask hit him on the ankle and everything went black.