The Cry of Sister Angel A John Randall Brown Mystery Short Story
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by Barry H. Wiley
Like every professional mind reader, I strive for projecting belief, legitimacy, into my audiences. So I polish my ‘powers’ in several ways to keep the juices flowing. There has been an average of 3.64 elevators in the hotels and inns in which I have stayed over the last twelve months. Each time I use an elevator I exercise my offbeat talents by putting them to a test that can be immediately verified and recorded. It also ensures that my own belief mechanism is kept on a constant low simmer.
