The ringing in my ears wasn't a hallucination, but while I was figuring that out the machine beeped and took my call for me. It was Aiello from the 12th Precinct.
"Gordon, get over here now. Alabaster Danny just got booked for homicide."
I stared at the clock next to the bed. 2:45 AM.
Why would they call me at 2:45 to tell me that?
Sure, Alabaster Danny was the least likely person to commit murder I knew -- the undead don't commit murder, unless it's someone they like; after all, they're the ones who have to put up with them afterward -- but even if he had, it was no more than a decease-and-exist order, and they've got retroactive permits for a reason.
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