"What is it?" she said in a slurred tone.
"The phone," I said as I walked over to it and picked up the receiver.
"Yeah? Who is this?" I asked in a rather indignant tone.
"It's Harrigan."
"Harrigan, do you know what time it is?"
I heard a huff over the phone, "Yes, Randolph. I know full well what time it is. Now shuddup and listen. They fished a naked girl's body outa the Los Angeles Harbor near San Pedro earlier this evening. It was Debra Snow."
Horace Busby's sister. He was really going to hate the whole world now...
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
OMG! Is this gonna turn into a Horace story?😱
Christopher 9 months ago
Could be.