Nine“Are Ben's knickers all a-twist?”
“Easy,” Chief Cross told his microphone and, with it, his sergeant, who knew better. There was a day, once upon a time, when you could ask tactless questions over the radio. But, thanks to too many nosy folks, too many scanners, and too many bottom-feeding lawyers, that day was gone. Though, in Ben Nath's case, he had a hard time working up a lather. Still he'd have to have a talk with Lester. For the scanner fans, he keyed his mic and added, “If you're listening, Ben…” He paused, fought the urge to say 'Don't bother calling because you know it's true' but instead said, “Everything is under control.” He could hear old Ben covering the walls of his shack with bouncing blasphemies and Lester laughing himself silly in the radio room.
Cross had by then r
