Case Closed

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Frank Harriman and his partner were on a break, sitting in a Denny’s. Waiting for desperately needed coffee, he spoke into his handheld cassette tape recorder, making notes from their last call to help him with the inevitable paperwork.

“Altercation began when Mr. Martin threw a plastic bag filled with excrement-allegedly left by Mr. Jackson’s dog on Mr. Martin’s lawn-onto Mr. Jackson’s front porch. The bag broke on landing…”

He glanced up to see a look of horror on his partner’s face. Jimmy Chao had only been with the Bakersfield Police Department six months longer than Frank. And based on his expression, Frank was pretty sure someone must have walked into Denny’s with a sawed-off shotgun and was aiming it at the back of his head.

Then Jimmy whispered, “Dude. The radio!” He pointed to Frank’s hand.

Frank then realized that there was no one with a shotgun. His own worst enemy was in the booth: Frank himself, too tired to think straight.

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