Two weeks later, Krac stood in the same place that he had been when he was searching for Violet. Dust and clutter littered the area worse than it had before. His eyes narrowed on the wall behind the counter.
He gingerly stepped over the items that had been tossed aside, more than likely by the Spaceport authorities during their ‘investigation’. He stared at the newly formed hole for several seconds before he turned to see what else had been disturbed. He retrieved the image of the small store from his memory banks and scanned it for additional changes.
His eyes swept over the store carefully. He paused on the area near the wall where a row of shelves were. The imprint of fresh prints in the dust captured his attention. He stepped over to the wall. On the third shelf, the outline of four
