Nico accepted the offered hand, even though his mind was spinning. Did the guy just put his cigar out on his own hand? What the hell was this place? Had he somehow found his way through a portal into another time and place?
Indiana? Really? Of all the places he could go, he ended up in Indiana?
He shook his head at the question. He was a P.I. in a big city, he'd seen all kinds of weird. Nothing that compared to Madison Valley, but he didn't know that yet. "Not really, no." Although this was a new level of weird.