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Case No. 26

What a mess. What a stupid mess. Though, don't beat yourselves up over it. I didn't catch how much of an alcoholic Ms. Barre was either. I knew there would be some Scotch in her blood, of course, but not so much as to ruin our admittedly ill-conceived plan.

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Case No. 23

Ah—yes, if you haven't yet heard, Ms. Sandiego is going to be leaving New Orleans for the far foreseeable past, present, and whatever-willing future.

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Case No. 22

We don't know the full scale of Ms. Sandiego's "body of work" and our counter-cocktails are woefully inadequate to deal with it directly. But what would you all rather do? Nothing for a whole week? Seriously? We're baristas, we must do something.

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Case No. 21

We know who Requiem's next customer will be: Nico "Nickels" Costigan. As far as I'm concerned, he's already booked his brunch with us.

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Case No. 20

It's quite an eccentric city, no? More problems than I could ever count and all precociously balanced between the Old Voodoo Families—and the New; well, them, and now the Cafe and Diner: Requiem. Fourth or fifth oldest of the Cafes… depending on how you look at it. Sister Cafe to Midnight and holder of the ever karmically conundrumic Cane of Fate.

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Case No. 19

Even if the Dark isn't right at our doorstep, the Midnight baristas—my friends—need me, each in their own way. Until all is well, the hour for me shall remain at Midnight.

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Case No. 16

We're on him now. The Giant. Forget the code names and mixed up pronouns, there's no time for that. We're a few hundred meters out from the Giant and the Seed of Sodom.

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Case No. 15

The Thorned Tangle. Certainly lives up to its name. You know, "Thorned Tangle," is just a human translation. The real name of the region we are currently in is "Vuin" in the old tongue. Trap. And that is what it feels like.

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Case No. 14

While I suspect Ms. Roussimoff has goals and motivations that are more complex than we perceive, I also feel, truly, deeply in my heart—the reign of Giants ended for a damn good reason.

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Case No. 13

As mentioned in the prior Case File, we here at the Midnight Cafe and Diner are going to brew up a strong cup of Green Tea. And how does one make Green Tea? Well, we're going to start with some Ice Water.

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Case No. 11

So, it would seem that I am here to stay. For how long? Hard to say, though I know that I will be working with Midnight until at least Ms. Roussimoff and her ilk have been served and the Cafe and Diner's presence in Palm Beach goes unthreatened.

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Case No. 8

And that is why I have put off working with Silenus thus far. They always seem to be neck deep in some sort of disgusting horror, be it body, mind, soul, or otherwise.

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Case No. 7

You must imagine my surprise at running into Midnight, far out of their ordained jurisdiction, in the middle of New Orleans, chasing down their current bugaboo—the Mangrove Syndicate

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