......"The San Francisco PD?" Uztopoke asks himself quietly. "Shit. I thought I was in Houston."
Nevertheless, he arose from the dingy couch, stretched his back, and walked to the door. Opening it, he saw two figures side by side. One was tall and black, with a gray trenchcoat and a tophat. The other was a small Greek man, complete with a nose like a zucchini and breath that reeked of anchovies.
"What can I do for the San Francisco PD today, gentlemen?" Uztopoke asks.
The men look at each other in dismay. Uztopoke scratches his forehead and squeezes his lip. The black man in the trenchcoat peers at Uztopoke with an air of great skepticism and veiled fright.
"We don't want anything, sir," the black cop says.
"No, we don't want anything at all. You called us," the little Greek cop adds...........