He picked up the phone and dialed the state crime lab. A young woman’s voice answered and asked how she could direct the call.“I sent some evidence with a courier a few days ago and I need to make sure it made it, please.”“If you don’t mind holding for a moment, I’ll transfer you to someone who will be able to help you.” Rowdy thanked her.The next voice was another woman. An older one. And jaded.“Good afternoon,” Rowdy said. “This is Chief Rowde with the Hayes Police Department. How are you this afternoon?”“Busy.” “Then I’ll get straight to the point. I sent a courier over there to deliver some evidence a few days ago. I wanted to make sure you received it.”“Your courier should have the paperwork with the proper signatures.”“I can’t seem to get a hold of him.”“So, you want me to do his job and mine, too?”“I’m just trying to solve a murder case, ma’am. I’ll dance at your wedding if you’ll check for me.” After he said it, Rowdy knew he should’ve picked a different saying.“I got married thirty years ago, just recently kicked his butt to the curb, and don’t plan on doing it again.”
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