Carlos and Wayne were finishing up when they were interrupted by another murder call.
“Carlos, are you and Cowboy Wayne done messing around?” asked a senior officer on the police force. “We need you boys in Miami Beach. Now! Chop chop! There’s a dead body.”
“Roger that. Be there in forty-five. Hopefully, there isn’t too much traffic,” said Carlos.
“Let’s go, brother.” Wayne chugged the rest of his coffee. “Time to roll.”
After some time sitting in traffic, Wayne and Carlos arrived at the scene. An officer lifted the tape and let the two detectives in.
“Move aside. Miami’s finest cops coming through. The body is in the trunk of the car,” announced the officer.
“What is animal control doing here?” asked Wayne.
“Ha! You’re going to love this.” The officer took out a handkerchief from h
