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A few minutes later, Cleo leans against the wall outside Antoine's, an expression of concentrated determination on her face. "This makes no kind of sense," she says as the last cluster of Antoine's customers stream past you, heading home or looking for alternative entertainments. "You saw Elliot. When they accused him, he was surprised, for real. He knows nothing about this. Nobody's that good of an actor.

"And they arrested him because they found satanic imagery at the scene? But why? Satanism and Voodoo have nothing to do with each other. And even if they did, Elliot's not a satanist, just the subject of a dumb rumor. He didn't do this."

She sighs and purses her lips. "We're going to have to find out what really happened."