"What's this about, Jim?" I asked, getting a little concerned.
"I just need to see if you know someone. Meet me in half an hour, okay?"
"Okay, Harrigan," I said and hung up the phone. I wondered what the hell it could be about.
34 minutes later I'm standing out in front of the County Coroner's office when Harrigan pulls up to the curb and gets out.
"Hey, Randolph. I just need to see if you can identify someone. Female. She'd been beaten pretty savagely."
We walked into the building. I knew who it was before I'd even seen her...