Chapter 27Drayco stopped at the local art gallery shop to see if anyone had tried to sell a wooden owl mask like Oakley’s stolen handiwork. It was a wasted trip. The clerk, whose spiky purple hair rounded off on top made him look like a thistle, said nothing like that was brought in.
Saturdays in March didn’t draw crowds in the downtown, only a few vehicles braving the dismal weather. One, a black sedan parked down the street from the gallery, pulled out right after Drayco did. It looked like the same car that followed him after the animal attack in the park.
He took a meandering route through town, the sedan maintaining a discreet distance. Looking for a way to confront his shadower, Drayco got caught off-guard when the sedan zoomed off at a ninety-degree angle. It sailed through one of
