Chapter 183

Circus Man had been expecting Travis? What? Why?

He stepped off the staircase to shake Travis's hand. In the police station bathroom, Circus Man hadn't been wearing pants, according to Studmuffin anyway. Now, he wore really baggy jeans that kind of fit him like clown pants. Instead of a painted face though, his skin was a natural bronze color, and instead of a colorful wig, his dark, slicked-back hair had an oily sheen. He appeared to be in his fifties.

"You wanted to get a couple rings appraised, you said?" he asked.

"I did, but..." Travis began, "someone in town mentioned you were closed for the day already?"

That was me. I was that someone.

"Yes, we closed early due to this crazy weather. Can you even believe it? Snow in July? But I'll make an exception for you. Let me take a look at your rings."

"Great... Thanks..." Travis said.