Virgil Tracy: One Hour
2.20 – 3.20 a.m. The mantle clock, an old family heirloom, was chiming half past as he quietly navigated the obstacle course that was the lounge at night. Half-past. So that meant it was actually twenty past. The clock had never run on time. However much they adjusted the pendulum up or down it always seemed to run ten minutes fast. Virgil made his way silently past the piano, his…