mithen

Then he heard new footsteps on the ceremic tile, and someone whistled a snatch of melody: the theme song from The Gray Ghost, of all things. Clark turned his snort of laughter into a discreet cough and the footsteps came closer to his stall, step by step.

I don't think Clark is going to think of Gray Ghost in quite the same way anymore. All for the better of course...

(very) eagerly awaiting the next part.