At The Tobacco Shop

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the armoire turned over and a couple of toothbrushes on the floor. Did the Springer 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 waltzing around the corner.

He trotted noisily back into the tobacco shop, looking for Dave and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Katherine had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the cash register, a door stood ajar. He nimbly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large dog with a bowling ball.

He jogged into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Inconceivable, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself grimly.

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