Useless Fragment #10

It was a hot night in the city, and Lieutenant Sam Broggs was pacing in sweat down the length of 5th Street for the third time in as many hours, studying the pavement like it was Kant's Prolegomena. He'd been trained in analytical observation techniques, with special attention to the Pinkerton method, but no doubt about it, those contact lenses were staying lost. And then again, he thought as he rubbed his eyes, maybe the reason he couldn't see them was that he had not in fact lost them. Yes, that appeared to be the case.