The cafe sat in stunned silence in the aftermath of the shot. Diners looked at each other worriedly. The lady in the brown leisure suit with the rhinestone glasses started sniffling into a napkin. THere was a stark silence upstairs.

With a loud crash, the front door of the cafe opened hard. A bedraggled looking figure in a dirty trenchcoat stepped over the threshold and looked slowly at every face, at every tab;e, at every misplaced napkin and dropped fork, his gaze finally coming to rest on the pale features of the Blonde.

Blake Madison was back in town.