Leo’s manuscript, titled Chronos Falls, was a monument to his writer’s block. He hadn’t touched it in months. The protagonist, a detective, was stuck, unable to solve a series of fictional thefts. So when Leo saw the news report about the daring midnight robbery at the city museum—a jade lioness snatched from a pressure-sensitive pedestal—a cold knot tightened in his stomach. He knew that crime.He’d written it.Fumbling through the printed pages, he found Chapter Seven. The description was perfect, down to the bypassed laser grid. It was a chapter he’d written but never published, never shown to anyone. Coincidence, he