Harwell entered the building to a loud commotion that was taking place at the far end of the precinct. There was a line-up of hookers being escorted to a communal cell to wait for their pimps to show up and bail them out. One of the ladies, a woman of color, was shouting at the officer in charge.
"I ain't making no damn money wasting time in this place, Charlie. I got a kid to feed, you know."
"Yeah, I know all about it. And, just for the record, Lola, I'm Officer Gertz to you, not Charlie."
"What's the matter, handsome, am I turning you on or something?" she said in a sexy voice.
"Not a chance, sweetheart. Why would I need a hooker when I have the crown jewels at home?"
Harwell grinned and headed past the women when the desk sergeant called out to him. "Hey Lieutenant, did anyone t
