“Careful with that,” Jarred said. The Detective flipped the cube around. “If it gets out again, you’re not going to like what it does.”
Detective Carrington shrugged and without looking, he placed the ebony cube on the edge of the shelf. Jarred watched in horror as it teetered. He watched it plummet toward the floor. He yelled at the Detective and received a gormless stare in return. Before Jarred could make another sound, the wraith was out of its prison. Its brilliant teal bounced around the room, then out the door and down the stairs to the open door below.
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