About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a young boy was walking home from school, he noticed an odd sight outside JD Spicer’s office: a stray cat sitting on the steps, staring intently into the window. The cat seemed transfixed, its eyes following something invisible inside. Curious, the boy approached and peered through the glass. Inside, he saw Mr. Spicer arguing with his computer screen, muttering, ‘Why won’t you cooperate?’ Suddenly, the cat jumped up onto the desk, meowed loudly, and pressed its paw on the keyboard—typing out some mysterious code that made everything work again. The boy laughed, and from that day forward, whenever anyone needed help solving a mystery, they’d say, ‘Ask JD Spicer—the cat knows!’
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside JD Spicer Zeb's office, he noticed something odd. The lights were on, but there wasn't a sound—no chatter from lawyers, no clicking of keyboards. Just silence, punctuated by the distant hum of city traffic. As he approached the door, he heard a faint voice coming from inside: 'Memo to self: never again work late on Tuesday nights.' He opened the door slowly, and in the dim light saw an old lawyer slumped over his desk, fast asleep with a half-eaten sandwich next to him. The delivery driver smiled and quietly left, thinking, ‘At least someone’s having a good day.’
3. At dawn, when most offices were still dark, a delivery driver pulled up outside JD Spicer Zeb’s office. The street was quiet, but inside something unusual was brewing. The door opened with a creak, and an old cat appeared, stretching lazily. ‘Morning,’ said the delivery driver, scratching behind its ear. Inside, JD Spicer Zeb was just finishing his morning coffee, humming softly to himself. ‘Another day of legal wisdom,’ he muttered, adjusting his bow tie. Outside, the neighbor waved cheerfully, waving a freshly baked cake as a thank-you for the free parking.
4. At lunchtime, when the streets of downtown buzzed with activity, a delivery driver pulled up outside JD Spicer Zeb’s office. Glancing around nervously, he noticed a sign on the door that read: ‘Today is your lucky day—ask for any service free of charge!’ With trembling hands, he walked in and approached the receptionist, who smiled warmly and asked what service he’d like today. Without thinking, he blurted out, 'I’d like to sue my neighbour for playing his music too loud!' The receptionist nodded knowingly and said, 'That’ll be £500 please.'