IT WAS FIVE MINUTES before nine in the morning. The sun was scaling the sky, which was a dazzling blue without a single cloud marring its surface. As Archer stood there on the pavement, looking up, he had started to doubt thatcumulus was even allowed here.Then he lowered his gaze and turned it to the Poca City Courts andMunicipality Building. Done in the rococo style and also decidedly on thecheap, the structure was easily big enough for the unwieldy name chiseledacross its imitation stone front that was bracketed by false spindle turretsand its middle filled in with even more curious