Last Call

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Lieutenant L.A. Franco's message is short: "Noah, you lazy bastard, where are you? Give me a call."

She hangs up on Noah Jantzen's voice mail, wondering why her cop has missed the Monday morning six am briefing. That's not like him. He's usually early, not late. She wonders if one of the kids is sick. By eight o'clock Frank is worried enough to call his wife. The receptionist transfers the call to Tracey Jantzen's ward. A man named Eric answers.

"Eric, could I speak to Tracey Jantzen, please."

"Uh, she's not here."

"Will she be in later?"

"Uh, no. She came in but she had to leave."

Frank stops filling out a requisition form. She's spent a career listening to bullshit and she's hearing it now. She puts down her pen and says, "Eric. My name's Lieutenant Franco. Tracey's husband works for me. I'm trying to locate either him or Tracey. Do you know where I can get in touch with her?"

"Urn, I think her husband was in some kind of accident. She went flying out of here. She didn't say where she was going but I guess she's with him."

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