Jake Randolph in "The Naked Beat" Pt. 40

It looked like I was going to have to call my old Army buddy Jim Harrigan. I hadn't seen him in about two years, not since he'd become Chief of Police for the City of Los Angeles. He'd worked his way up from a beat cop, starting the moment we got back from spanking Hitler's naughty bottom. He'd helped me, grudgingly, when I was a detective, and got me out of more than a few scrapes with the law.

I went to the pay phone, dropped a dime in, and called Harrigan's office, hoping he hadn't forgotten who I was...