A detective story with pella and stems. I did not include the vocal in the preview, because I did not need to record the full length of instruments.

Lyrics

The rain started before dawn, the kind that slicks the pavement and makes the streetlights bleed. I was already awake - habit, or maybe guilt - staring at the ceiling of my office on Laurier and Kent, listening to the city breathe like an old dog with a bad lung.

They say every case begins with a question. Mine began with a knock.

A soft one. Hesitant. The kind people make when they’re not sure they want the door to open.

She stepped in wearing trouble like a borrowed coat. Eyes sharp, voice steady, but her hands… her hands told the truth. They trembled just enough to make me sit up.

“Someone’s missing,” she said.

People always are.

I followed her story through the people filing out of the bars on Elgin street, past neon signs flickering like dying stars. The Elgin strip isn’t kind to anyone, least of all when you ask too many questions. But I kept walking. Walking, listening, and hoping lies line up in a way that makes sense.

By midnight, I found the man she’d lost. Not dead - just drinking like a man with nothing to live for.

I didn’t tell her the whole truth. Just enough to let her sleep again.

Sometimes mercy is the only justice this city can afford.

"Sometimes Mercy"
by Admiral Bob

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