You search in the dark for the phone receiver. After knocking a glass of water onto your television's remote control, you discover the phone. "Hello", you answer. A woman's scratchy voice begins....
"Detective, Lt. Johnson wants you to report to 100 E. New
St. A.S.A.P. (that's "as soon as possible" in English)."
Before you can get a word in the dispatcher has hung up. Good Morning, Detective!
You struggle out of bed and slip into your clothes. You walk outside. It's a windchill of 35 below zero. Your mind tries to escape back to the Florida Keys as you enter your Dodge sedan. The car is not a Don "Miami Vice" Johnson Italian Hot Rod but it's better than a rusty green Yugo. After stopping at Big Bertha's Donut Hut you continue on your merry way.