Fraud

“That’s what you get for séance chicanery in our town!”

Louis glared back, black-eyed and beaten behind bars.

The sheriff locked him in. “Apport yourself outta’ there! I dare you!”

Louis watched him leave.

He coughed-up a bloody key and unlocked the cell door.


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