As it turned out, Mr. Salt had a f*******: page through which he did the most amount of his communication. I contacted him through it and the two of us set up a date I could come to his apartment, where he apparently kept the majority of his superhero artifacts. I implied in the message that I had gotten a lot of money from my dad and that I was looking to spend it on something pricey, which was my way of implying that I was interested in buying the Watch. Of course, I didn’t know if Mr. Salt would actually show me the Watch or not, but it certainly couldn’t hurt to see if he would pick up my clues and bring it with the rest of his inventory.
The next day, I stood in front of the door to Mr. Salt’s apartment, which, in contrast to Techno’s apartment building, was cheap and plain. It was s
