CHAPTER TWELVE
Beringer rose to his feet and sauntered past our group. He took up position in the center of the sand with a bemused smile on his face. The older gentleman received polite claps from the audience, but most were amused by his advanced age compared to the woman who had just left the stage.
“Are you ready, Mr. Beringer?” Lusio called to him.
Beringer leaned on his cane where he faced our host and nodded. “I am, sir.”
Lusio snapped his fingers and the bubble pots were revived. The dangerous droplets floated above their containers before they shot across the sand to their victim. Only Beringer wasn’t a victim.
He smiled and tapped his cane against the ground. The very air vibrated as the ground shook. The women in the crowd let out screams and leapt to their feet.
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