Rupert lifted his doll mask and wiped his brow. This was all just getting so exhausting. The sooner they could find the thing, the sooner he could turn his attention back to the council. He had waited so long to confront them. The delay was agonizing. He lowered the mask once more as Smear came in.
“We have news on the Gerard front, Mr. Wilson,” the goblin mask announced. She held up a flyer. “According to this, he’ll be performing at Whitney’s Watering Hole tonight. There is a local band performing beforehand. The Galaxy Furnaces, or something of that nature. They use trombones and tubas and stuff."
“What’s the cover charge?”
“Ten dollars.”
“I see." Rupert stretched slowly, sitting. "Take Chimpo and Bunny with you. Be polite. Watch the show. When he goes back to the green room, he wil
