Chapter Twenty-One
I headed back to Navy Pier with my foot heavy on the pedal and The Major heavy on my mind.
The employees had the night off and the show was dark. Whether or not that would work for or against me had yet to be seen. Getting onto the Pier and into the performers' dorm was no trouble; not for an old trespasser like yours truly. And, after slinking in, getting a look at The Major's room was easier than anticipated because he wasn't there. My only worry was he might appear unannounced. I took the chance.
There wasn't much there. I'd come to the conclusion that traveling light was the way of all circus lifers. The bathroom contained the usual toilet accoutrement, including a safety razor, but nothing with which to stab or evidence he'd done so. The clothes niche held severa
