We drop ourselves back into Miller’s unmarked cruiser.
“Here’s the way I see it, Jobz,” he says. “I can either take you back to your place of employment, which I’m sure you’d love more than anything else in the world. Or, you can swim for the deep end on this one, get more involved, help me out with nailing the right perp.”
“I like the idea of not going back to that sweat shop, and I especially hate to eat and run, but how can I possibly help you more than I already have, Miller?”
“For one, you’ve already helped me narrow down my search to something manageable. Listen, Jobz, I mean it when I say that was an impossible situation just this morning. And second, you bring a unique perspective to the investigation.”
“What’s that exactly? The state worker fall-asleep-inside-my-cubical-from-
