"Harry, I have a case for you."
"Lieutenant," I could practically hear him grinning. "I see you've decided foreplay is for sissies."
"Just-" There was a crash on the phone, and I stiffened. "Harry?"
"What the-Thomas!" I heard Harry yell, "What are you-no, stop that! Hell's-"
There was another crash, and Thomas' voice said "Harry, are you making a voodoo doll of Chicago?"
"Now I have to start all over! What were-"
I stared at the empty phone. "Well, I'll call back then."
I hung up, and hoped Harry remembered my case down the line.
