Private eye. Public grudge.
Detective Cat
Drinks alone. Works alone. Has never once trusted a pigeon.
Private eye. Public grudge.
Drinks alone. Works alone. Has never once trusted a pigeon.
Eight million stories in this city. Most of them have a pigeon in them. He's read them all, and not one pigeon came out innocent.
Witness: uncooperativeHe takes cases at the corner table, under the one lamp that works. The pigeon on the sill has been watching for three nights. So has he.
Forty-one photographs. Too much red string. One conclusion, reached before the first photo was pinned: it was the pigeon. It's always the pigeon.
Suspects: all of themLicensed, allegedly
He shows it to everyone. Nobody has ever asked to see it.
The case that never closes
Sees everything. Remembers half. Forgives nothing.
Sees nothing. Remembers nothing. Is somehow always there.