THE FILE THEY MISPLACED
A gentleman never chases trouble.
Trouble simply learns his address.
Every night at exactly 2:17, the clocks in Feline City skip a second. Nobody knows why. GENTLECAT does. He just considers explaining it terribly impolite.
By daylight he is a quiet regular with a polished shoe, a pressed tie, and a suspiciously empty calendar. After midnight, missing keys return home, impossible elevators stop on hidden floors, and anonymous notes arrive already answered.
“A mystery is just a room that forgot where it put the door.”
