Grand Guginol

“I must admit that my curiosity is piqued and I am quite willing to pay in advance so that you see this through.”

“Ya’ll excuse me sayin’ so, Hierophant, but that almos’ sounds like ya’re makin’ out a last will an’ testament.”

Rhames smiled an’ said, “Your dead client was Mr. Anthony Phillips, composer of the Elysium Playhouse and declared suicide, correct?”

“How’d ya know that, sir?”

“He was a frequent guest of our temple’s soup kitchen. I got to know him well enough to know that suicide would never have been an option. Should the same fate befall me…”

I started getting cold chills. But I had to admit that I wanted a bit more coin.





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