"RRRRIIIIIIINNGGG!!!", screeches the irritating phone in your small office. "RRRRIIIIIIINNGGG!!!"
"Who is this?"
"Yes, is the Officer Smith?" says a deep voice.
"Yes, this is DETECTIVE Smith's office." you say irritably. Why don't they get that you're not a part of the force?
"Well, I have some information on a kidnapping. That of my girlfriend."
You sit up straight. "Well, what can you tell me?"
"I'd rather we met in person" boomed the voice.
Suspiciously, you ask: "Where?"
A laugh. "You sound suspicious. How about Town Square?"
"I live too far away."
A pause. "Maybe down at my favorite pub, Morty's?"
"OK, I'll see you there. How will I recognize you?"
I'll recognize you. You're famous, Mr. Smith."
He hangs up.
You dial a number branded into your brain, almost without thinking.
"Jones, I'll need a few officers down at Morty's. Bring Benson. I'll explain when I get there.'
Down at Morty's, you meet up with Jones, Morris, Spalding, and Benson.
"We'll see what this guy know." you say shortly.
Ah, Morty's. The good old pub. You greet the good old patrons like Bonavona and WB, then sit waiting for the mysterious caller. For a while you wait, but soon you have to go to the bathroom. It's been a while since you came to Morty's, and you have to remember.
"Down the hall behind the counter, take a left, and the Men's room is on the left...no, right."
A few steps down the hall, right before that crucial left turn,the huge man in front of you stops for a moment.
Since you're too busy thinking,you bump right into him.
"Oh, goodness, sorry! I didn't see you there!" you say embarrassed.
"I was just.. ah, Officer Smith! I told you I'd recognize you!" he says.
"Ah, yes. Mr..."
"Gils. Simon Gils."
"Yes Mr. Gils. Now before you tell me your story, you need to excuse me a moment."
You rush out the door.
"Jones, I need a bug. This story could get interesting. I don't trust this guy."
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"RRRRIIIIIIINNGGG!!!", screeches the irritating phone in your small office. "RRRRIIIIIIINNGGG!!!"
"Who is this?"
"Yes, is the Officer Smith?" says a deep voice.
"Yes, this is DETECTIVE Smith's office." you say irritably. Why don't they get that you're not a part of the force?
"Well, I have some information on a kidnapping. That of my girlfriend."
You sit up straight. "Well, what can you tell me?"
"I'd rather we met in person" boomed the voice.
Suspiciously, you ask: "Where?"
A laugh. "You sound suspicious. How about Town Square?"
"I live too far away."
A pause. "Maybe down at my favorite pub, Morty's?"
"OK, I'll see you there. How will I recognize you?"
I'll recognize you. You're famous, Mr. Smith."
He hangs up.
You dial a number branded into your brain, almost without thinking.
"Jones, I'll need a few officers down at Morty's. Bring Benson. I'll explain when I get there.'
Down at Morty's, you meet up with Jones, Morris, Spalding, and Benson.
"We'll see what this guy know." you say shortly.
Ah, Morty's. The good old pub. You greet the good old patrons like Bonavona and WB, then sit waiting for the mysterious caller. For a while you wait, but soon you have to go to the bathroom. It's been a while since you came to Morty's, and you have to remember.
"Down the hall behind the counter, take a left, and the Men's room is on the left...no, right."
A few steps down the hall, right before that crucial left turn,the huge man in front of you stops for a moment.
Since you're too busy thinking,you bump right into him.
"Oh, goodness, sorry! I didn't see you there!" you say embarrassed.
"I was just.. ah, Officer Smith! I told you I'd recognize you!" he says.
"Ah, yes. Mr..."
"Gils. Simon Gils."
"Yes Mr. Gils. Now before you tell me your story, you need to excuse me a moment."
You rush out the door.
"Jones, I need a bug. This story could get interesting. I don't trust this guy."
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