“Dressed, but in a haze. It was too early for visitors, I hadn’t eaten breakfast, and the shrill summons of the doorbell seemed to pierce my skull. Opening my front door takes time under the best of circumstances, since I have more than one lock and a strong chain as well; it’s a neighborhood thing. As I fumbled with the locks, I checked the peephole.
Cops. Big Mac leaned on the bell again, and my ears tried to crawl inside my brain.
Both officers stared at me accusingly when I managed to open the door. They’d changed clothes since yesterday. Each wore a slightly different, but equally unattractive, suit.
“You leave your car on the street around here?” Little Mac asked. So much for civilities, good morning, and so on. I hadn’t had my morning coffee yet, and I needed it badly.
“You got demoted to parking detail?” I asked pleasantly.
“Just answer the question.”
“I don’t have a car at the moment.”
They both looked at me like I’d confessed to spending my childhood on the moon.
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