"Mmm hmm. Yup. Police box? And the phone doesn't work? OK. We'll look into it."
DCI Isiah Hill leaned back in his seat, pressed the disconnect button, and quickly dialled another number. "Yo, Jules. Got another one of those weird police boxes for your collection."
On the other end of the line, PC Jules Travis sat up straighter and grabbed a notebook. "How long ago? Yeah? Can you cover for me? I wanna go check it out."
Isiah groaned. "Come on, man. I covered for you last week. And the time before. Can't you wait until your lunch break?"
"No! They really do disappear, I'm serious! I mean, this is the third one this month and every time I get there, they're gone!" Jules scowled and flicked through his notebook. "I managed to see one last month and it was just like they said, old fashioned police box with a broken phone and no way in. And the next day it was gone."
"It's just kids messing with your mind," Isiah said soothingly. "But yeah, if you wanna go on a wild police box chase, be my guest. Just do me a favour and bring me back a Twix."