Challenge the police officers.
"What is the need for this?" you yell. "All this force? If you want to arrest this man, why are you doing it in the middle of a show? This is crazy!"
One of the officers punches you in the stomach, and you crumple back down into your chair.
"And stay down," the officer snaps. "We don't need troublemakers here."
But Cleo is on her feet. "What artifact?" she's demanding. "What is he supposed to have stolen?"
"Some necklace, ma'am," the nearest officer says. He's younger than the rest and seems genuinely eager to be helpful. "Belonged to one of the old Voodoo Queens."
Cleo's face freezes. "The amulet of Chantelle LaValle?"
"Yeah, that's it. We found some Devil-worship symbols near the break-in, so we reckon it must have been him."
"Button it, Eugene!" yells one of the other officers. "We don't explain ourselves to the likes of her."
And then Elliot is being frogmarched out of the venue, flanked by officers, about to be loaded onto the waiting wagon outside.
"Go home, ladies and gentlemen," yells the sergeant as he sweeps out of the joint. "Show's over for tonight."
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