Rick looked at him curiously. "See something?"
Scotty's forehead wrinkled. "I think so. But it's so unlikely that I'm not sure. Rick, I thought I saw the barber from Washington—the one with the massage machine!"
Rick's mouth opened in astonishment. "You're kidding!"
Scotty shook his head. "I'm not. I said I wasn't sure. But I don't want to stand in front and look, because if it is the barber, he'd recognize us."
Rick thought quickly. "Come on."
Back inside the Sports Center, he went to the manager and borrowed a powerful monocular—a pocket telescope that was really one half of a pair of binoculars. Then he and Scotty went across the street, taking care to keep out of sight of the barbershop by using parked cars as cover.
Rick found a vantage point behind a sedan that had all its windows open. He focused the monocular on the barbershop window.