FOR EVERY ANGEL THERE BEATS A DEVIL , for every armoured sword the serpent’s teeth. neither alive without the other, each story only complete with the other’s cadence. no different are they : each sided on a coin of SILVER, spinning, betting which will land F A C E U P. curiosity && acceptance the culprits for his unlocked door, the open invitation for the devil to join him, tea ready to be poured, information to be shared ( or deduced ). though light-footed guest leaves no audible trace of his entrance, a chill near falls over the detective’s shoulders, turned && iron stiff. ❛ you’re LATE. ❜