At The Fabric Store

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the hatstand turned over and a couple of smart phones on the floor. Did the Merton 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 Chevrolet Belair making a beeline around the corner.

He trotted languidly back into the fabric store, looking for Shawn and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Teresa had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the canopy bed, a door stood ajar. He menacingly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large fish with a kite.

He strode into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Marvelous, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself boldly.

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