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"Get the feeling we're being watched?" Woody asked after fully clothed again.
"Yep, I certainly do," I gave a whispered and zipped my pants. "I've never actually them, but supposedly the structural design contains hidden passages throughout the place."
"Gulp, who's that?" Woody said in a posture that suggested he was ready to fight.
In the archway of the entrance to the dungeon, a lone figure stood there. Shrouded in darkness I could tell he was wearing a trench coat and a fedora. A haze of smoke circled above him. There was the smell of an imported cigar, no doubt of Cuban blend. A tiny red glow emanated from the stogie as he stood there. I knew one his hands likely rested on a pistol.
"I knew I felt a shiver I had not felt in a long time," I quipped and reached for my gun. "Colonel Paladin Payne, U.S. intelligence, what a surprise. Enjoy the show?"
"Of course, Detective Chalice, you're good entertainment," he said with a deep tone.
"Are you a help or hindrance?" I asked. "Where's your sidekick, Morticia?
"I'm here to help you," he answered. "Wanna know who did the malice?"
Episode 3 continues the adventures of Chrystal Chalice in, "Chrystal Chalice Who Owns the Palace"...
