Lucky for you, Iggy handles this moment like he’s been waiting all his life for it. Apparently he knows the ins and outs of misdirection employed by pickpockets and street magicians and has no trouble leading the officer cold off your trail from there by holding onto his arm and redirecting him with a gravitating stare and an earnest voice that says “The man you’re looking for went that way! Hurry!”
After you settle down in a seat and putting on some giant sunglasses, your cousin is more interested in his betting system than your current circumstances.
“So what are the names of the horses in this race you’ve got money on?”
He pulls out his card.
“From best odds to least: Vim’n’hauteur, Geppetto, Clarion, Lemon Limerick, and Lost Dakota.”
“Iggy! You’ve gotta put money on that last horse if you haven’t!”
He hadn’t put money on your synchronistic suggestion but he wished that he had when Lost Dakota grabs the win. Iggy tosses his betting card down on the ground with the remains of peanut shells but you pick it up when you notice strange writing on the back of it.
[Picture of writing on card:] FWX MXBCH MIUCX XYSTCA UTT WUC USDOHT LX WEOYDN TQT MBIN
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