There's one that I have to read twice. Whoever submitted it, a Sherlock2, is asking me to get in touch because they have another case that needs to be solved.

Really?, I wonder. People are trying to hire me.

Tai Chi buzzes with my food delivery and after I return from retrieving it, I answer all the blog submissions as I eat my vegetable mu shoo. The new case may or may not be worth my time — but I follow up with Sherlock2 and ask for more information.

I stay up late into the night thinking about Hannah Taylor's killer. As I walk to work the next day, crossing down through Chinatown to Kearny, I think I see him. But it's not him, I'm just tired.

I'm back at the library, ascending the circular stairwell to the third floor. I pause at the top, l...

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