Bang bang bang bang bang!
Detective Myron Baker awakened to the sound of someone hammering on his door. He felt a chilly sleep sweat on his collar, and immediately began to worry. He had overslept. He fumbled his phone off the end table and pressed the side button. Four missed calls, and eight text messages. A single word dominated his conscious mind.
Fuck.
The portly detective stood up and stumbled to the door, managing not to bump into any of the walls too forcefully. He opened the door just before his partner Pete could resume raining his fist on the polished wood.
“You look like s**t, Myron.” Pete said, surveying the shorter man. “What's going on? Did something happen? I've been trying to contact you, and so has dispatch.”
“Yeah, sorry.” Baker muttered. “Come on in-” he froze mid-
