The cafe of requirement
The usual path for opening an investigation lead
Him to the records room in the basement.
Except this case was not usual so Jack left the building instead
Walking east a block to his favorite cafe. The place meant
Oh, hard to put this in words, it was where Jack
Never was at a loss for new ideas. Odd little joint.
Despite having frequented it for years, it lacks
Every sign of the familiar. That was exactly the point.
Right now Jack needed to enjoy a cup
Mull over what he had experienced
Isolate the events that did not add up.
Next he would list the outliers. He glanced
Toward the folder on the table top.
Sure he wanted to open it. But no, not this time cop.
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