“Tell me about it,” Keller said. “All the fun stuff happens at night. I didn’t get into this racket to coax cats out of trees or check the credentials of door-to-door salesmen.” “The gangbangers pretty much sleep during the day too.” “Oh, I knew you could do it, Boones. You went almost the whole morning without whining about what we oughta do to the gangs. Enjoy day watch while it lasts. We’ll either be back on nights or in OCD before you know it.” “Now, Organized Crime is something I could sink my teeth into. How’s that process going?” “Oh, you know. The bureaucracy creeps along. More’n thirteen thousand sworn officers in this city, and I think every one of ’em wants that job. Believe me, if I get it, you’ll be the first to know.” By late morning, Boone was getting hungry. It had been a quiet shift. Their only call had been about a man in uniform going door to door, claiming to be an air-conditioning consultant from the city, wanting to make sure homeowners’ units were functioning properly.
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