off the pain trying to catch the flyer darting in the whirling eddy of a breezy street. No sooner had Jay backed up beside me than I was in the van with the door slammed shut, pointing at an ad at the bottom of the daily deals. Jay wasn't comprehending its significance. “It's the logo on the stationary that we got from Arthur.”
I showed him the piece of paper. He frowned at my roommate's name.
“A jewelery store? What is a chalkman doing with that?”
“I'll bet I know where Thaimon is going to go to answer that same question,” I said.
Jay checked the streets and flipped a U-turn at the next intersection. He gunned it and told the computer to notify the rest of our new destination.