Patrick’s Day and all the nonsense that went with it — green beer and ridiculous hats. He did allow for a decorous measure of emerald trim in the station, provided the place was kept leprechaun-free. All shamrocks and harps had to be promptly removed by the morning of the 18th. “Morning, Staff. Harold Ruth show up yet?” “No, Chief. They’ve still got him. He could be en route, but I have no official . . .” “Dorrie, Captain Rosebart. Right away.” “I’ll get him for you, Chief.” “They’d better be handling him with kid gloves.” Orwell stormed into his office, slamming the door behind him. He was back in three seconds, jacket half off, hat still on his head. “Well?” “Trying to locate him, Chief.” “How can that be hard, on a workday morning? This isn’t the first time they’ve pulled this nonsense.
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