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Stone was dozing in the passenger seat, while Burke drove him home, when his radio squawked. The sudden noise woke him with a sharp protest for the pain generated by him sitting up abruptly and being restrained by the seatbelt; his protest took the form of a stream of profanity that lasted for almost half a minute. Once he had calmed down a little, he lifted the radio to his lips, ignoring the amusement he could see in his partner’s face, which made him want to either say something or punch him in the arm.
“Stone.”
“Nathan, it’s Frank, where are you?” Sergeant Wells asked.
Stone glanced at his partner, whose expression revealed he was wondering what had happened, just like his superior. Neither of them thought for a moment that the radio call signalled anything good, not after the w
