"Glad to hear it," the gumshoe grinned.  "It's a revolving door because it revolves from place to place.  Not because it revolves.  Not that it makes sense, I know."  He lifted his drink in sardonic salute.  "Nice to hear you stay clean.  Wouldn't matter to me if you didn't, but that's only 'cause I'm off the clock at the moment."<br/><br/>He held up one hand in a disarming gesture, then slowly reached into his raincoat and produced a business card.<br/><br/>"Here.  Can't promise I'll ever come in handy, but you never know."<br/><br/>The card had a picture of a chess pawn on it, and read:<br/><br/><strong>Gordon F. Bennett</strong><br/><em>Things Found and Lost<br/>Problems Simplified</em><br/><br/>In much tinier print, she could just make out the last line:<br/>The Clock Tower, District 13<br/><br/>"Just don't let Officer Tock catch you with that on your person.  He's convinced I'm trying to fuck him over, just 'cause I don't feel obligated to follow his rules.  Got my own set, you know?"