The Mirrored Road into the Interior

Some weeks everything goes just right. The porter you tipped last night tells you about a locals club. The door warden takes a bribe without demur. You catch the elevator to your room with plenty of time before the doors shut. Your quarry leaves a trail that a first year student at the Academy could follow. You collar the perp and he blows open a case that analysis didn’t even know existed. You find a parking space within walking distance of your destination.
And then there are weeks like this one. Nothing works, you lose your only lead, you are almost clipped in a random traffic accident that leaves your brand coat ripped, you manage to piss off the concierge, and your cases all go nowhere.
Some weeks you go back to square one.