The yellow stitching on the slave collar was the first clue that it was a fake. The terrified look on the slave's face was the second. Well might she be scared; if her new master found out he'd been cheated, he might take it out on her--might even kill her. There were rules about that, and it would prevent him from being able to report the fraud to the police, but that might not stop an intemperate man in the heat of rage. Shaun rolled his eyes. He was on the fraud squad, but he'd come her in pursuit of rumors of counterfeit cash, not slaves. Still, the terrified expression in the girl's eyes was enough to make him intervene. He shouldn't let it affect him, but hadn't he been close to bond-slavery when he was a boy?

Inspiration: Reading a question about yellow stitching and counterfeits, after reading a bit in a book about pursuing slave ships.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Eh. Meh.