“I’ll be liking it a lot better in about two hours when I get off for the day. If someone could disconnect the phone, it would be perfect. What’s up?”“Just wondering where to forward this,” Ennis said, walking into the office and taking a seat in one of two chairs facing the desk. “A suspicious circumstances report that came in last night. One of those odd ones that you wonder is it legit or another crackpot.”“Is there a day that goes by we don’t get one of those calls?”“Uh, not like this. Got a little old lady on the bus from San Diego to here saying she was riding next to a terrorist with radiation sickness. She’s pretty sure he was carrying a nuclear warhead.”“Nuclear warhead? Carrying it where? On the top of the bus?”“In his pocket. Apparently they’ve improved them since World War Two. She saw it when he was sleeping. And she says it made her sick, too, but she wanted to report it to us before she saw her doctor this morning.” Ennis walked over, handed him the report.
