Case File Entry #5: Exhibit B - The Fog Spreads
The city didn’t sleep. It just shifted. By morning, porches dripped with cobwebs no one remembered hanging. Pumpkins sprouted overnight like mushrooms, wide-eyed and grinning. Streetlamps glowed amber even though the bulbs were white. Radios whispered “cozy vibes” on every frequency.
Case File Entry #4: Detectives Assemble
I don’t usually call in favors. But after the latte line on 3rd Avenue started chanting like monks on a sugar high, I knew this was bigger than my notebook. So I dialed a number I swore I’d never use.