Chapter 22The twenty-foot-tall Martian stared down at Dunne as he pried himself out of the rent-a-car. As Dunne gazed up at the statue, he scratched his face, on which the word "Martian" was still visible; he'd scrubbed it raw, but Quincy's magic marker handiwork had barely faded to half-strength.
Dunne was still pissed about the incident, though he had to admit it had led to this lead. An Internet search combining "Martian" and "Gowdy" had turned up this place, which he was sure they never would have found otherwise.
It was called Martianland. The name was in huge green letters on a neon sign arching over the Martian's head.
As Dunne continued to stare at the statue, Quincy joined him. "I always figured Santy Claus was a Martian."
As soon as Quincy said it, Dunne saw what he meant
