At The Deli

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the workbench turned over and a couple of purses on the floor. Did the Perkins 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 Pontiac Firebird capering around the corner.

He scurried fiercely back into the deli, looking for Abe and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Sydney had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the cupboard, a door stood ajar. He innocently pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large spider with a piece of candy.

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

That was his last thought before he felt a stuffed owl hit him on the eye and everything went black.