"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.