Chapter 21: Whomsoever Believes
Those who knew Conners would use a great variety of words to describe him: Intelligent, quirky, witty, lucky, and many others besides. However, this morning he was showing off one of his less flattering descriptions: Annoying.
He was lying face down on top of the lieutenant's desk with his head planted in the man's keyboard. His slender fingers hovered just an inch over the phone receiver, waiting for a call about a case that would be interesting enough to reach the lieutenant.
Sadly, for the past few weeks Conners had practically been in case drought. It was as though any crime that had a speck of an interesting element had hidden or gone off to some other city. Oh sure, he'd had a few cases in that time: Finding a missing man, catching a robber who'd st
