Frank-3 Enroute

PREVIEW THE CALL The big clock in the hall showed that is was 1:59 p.m. as I opened the door. Damn, I'm good, I thought, always on time. "What the hell happened to you, Officer Randel?" asked Undersheriff Collins. "Oh, just a little car-jacking on the way over; the SOB shot my partner in the chest." Looking at my uniform, I observed that I was muddy and wet past my knees, my bloody shirt was ripped at the shoulder and at the elbow on my left arm, and I definitely was not squared away. Sheriff Morgan queried, "Did you kill the bastard?" "Frank-3 Enroute!" Rookie Gilmore was trying to hold off Miss La Fleur, whom he was arresting for prostitution when Lt. (Benedict) Arnold criticized him for his behavior. Arnold stated, "I'll escort her to jail personally." I commented, "Arnold thinks Miss La Fleur's one hot dancin' mama; even put her in the front seat. I've seen that look in his eyes before. He's in for a big surprise. Ha, ha, ha!" I asked, "Where the hell is Willy?" About that...