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Franklin frowned up at the shoes inside the plexiglass case. “They don’t look like much.”
“Been a long time since she died.”
“Think it will work?”
“But will it?”
“What do I look like? A wizard?”
They slapped hands across their mouths.
“We need to get those shoes,” Randolph whispered. “You get up on my back and lift the box.”
Bob complied, climbing up and lifting off the box. It fell and clattered across the floor.
Randolph grabbed the shoes.
There was a flash of light.