At The Hair Salon

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the TV turned over and a couple of hammers on the floor. Did the Satterlee 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 flatbed truck bouncing around the corner.

He proceeded slyly back into the hair salon, looking for Helmut and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Gillian had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the water bed, a door stood ajar. He coolly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large eel with a stuffed bunny.

He bounded into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Glaack, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself quickly.

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