futuremrslloyd: Three of Swords. Betrayal, lies, turmoil. “I come about a friend of yours, Sam
futuremrslloyd: Three of Swords. Betrayal, lies, turmoil. “I come about a friend of yours, Sam Lloyd.” The boy reached behind him and brought out Sam’s hat. “He’s in some trouble, Miss. Bad trouble.”Lefty told Evie about the men who’d come and taken Sam away in the brown sedan. By the time he’d finished, Evie was more frightened than ever. She gave Lefty a dollar and asked him to keep what he knew quiet for his own protection.Sam’s hat sat in her hands. She could feel it wanting to whisper its messages to her.“Show me where you are, Sam,” she said, and pressed into its secrets for all she was worth. -- source link
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