101
JUST LIKE YOU AND ME
101
JUST LIKE YOU AND ME
by Stephen Persing
“Detective Patton, please wake up.” said the voice, then repeated itself with only the slightest change of tone, a little extra urgency. By the third repetition I was awake, though still fuzzy-minded.
“I’m up,” I said in a kind of raspy mum-ble. I tried to turn over, but my nightgown tangled around my legs and made any mo-tion challenging. Besides, the bed was warm and I didn’t want to get out of it.
“Good,” said the voice, which I recog-nized as my boss’s, a baritone, masculine voice: authority personified. He used this voice when he was strictly business. “Sor-ry to wake you, but I need you. Hollander Apartments, block B, unit 3-401. The data is on your phone now.”
My phone lit up, and the screen appeared, hover
