I dropped my pajamas and pulled on yesterday’s clothes as fast as I could. There was no time for a shower or even a cursory toilet - the inspector at the very beginning warned me that in the event of a sudden call I should not pay attention to what I look like. In such cases, time was of the essence and it must not be wasted. I tied my hair with a piece of ribbon and ran out of the apartment.
When I arrived at the police station, I found everyone except Evans, who was still on her honeymoon. Scott Cavanaugh sat on Kunch’s desk, tapping his curled fist steadily, and his implants, ripped to the limit, moved in all directions, as always when he was nervous.
“What happened, boss?” I asked, approaching him.
“You’ll know soon,” he grunted, then stood up and shouted. “Settle down!”
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