In like the vacuum. Out like the wind. Forensics will be here soon. Just stand by. In like the vacuum. Out like the wind. And look engaged.
The mantra wasn’t helping, and his eyelids were getting heavy. He felt a vibration in his chest.
Great. I’m having the Big One.
The vibration stopped. And then started again.
No. Cell phone. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the phone. It was a text message from Amanda: Excused from court. Crown is passed. Poached. Pinched. Pissed. f**k I hate spell check!!!
“You Detective O’Shea?” a man in a suit called up to him from the bottom step.
“Yep. You Forensics?” Mike said, replacing the phone in his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper.
“Uh huh. Got the warrant?”
“I hope you have lots of bags,” Mike warned, passing the warrant over
