He examined the poster. Pictures of Pearl Harbor with red sun fighters flaming into view, scorching battle ships with bombs. Could she have gone in here? Time traveled herself? She'd met Vanity. Maybe some other time, she taught Molly the tricks.
  Around him on the street, trash awaited morning pickup for pick up. Pictures everywhere. Billboards for 1950s-themed dance clubs. A poster ad for REM's Reckoning album. Movie posters on a construction sight, featuring Ancient Rome, a Roaring Twenties era piece, a medieval mystery. Even a Charger parked down the block with a shiner. But Barry kept his eyes moving.