Making my way down the alley of encounters and events--
He was a dark mystery.
I looked for clues.
He was swift and wickedly smooth,
able to parry any coup de pointe and escape into the night--
all while standing perfectly still.
In the end, I could find no pieces to the puzzle,
and that was my last and only evidence.
I closed the case, pulled down the brim of my hat, uttered an insightful but world-weary witticism
and walked quietly off the stage.
Someone was at the piano, playing a sad song sweetly.
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Detective Daniel Villeneuve
