By Wyatt Earp | July 14, 2010
The day started with a brutal thunderstorm. Naturally, the rain came down much heavier the second I stepped out of the car. At about 9am, we saw a blinding flash of light and felt an explosion. To a man we all jumped out of our chairs. I thought, “It’s the reckoning! Repent!”
Thankfully, it wasn’t the Apocalypse. Our building was struck by lightning.
Immediately after the strike, my computer flashed and died. Many of them in the division did the same. All of the rebooted, but our major systems were offline. It stayed that way for the rest of the day. Oh well, at least the storm would keep the idiots away. Or so I thought.
At around 11am, the phone rang. I picked it up and a woman immediately started talking. She said that she had information on a homicide and before I could interrupt her, she launched into the Story of All Stories.
She talked for about five minutes straight, and never let me get a word in edgewise. When she finally took a breath, I said, “Ma’am, if you have information about a homicide, you should be calling the Homicide Division. I can give you their number, and . . .”
Then she actually asked the question.
“The Homicide Division handles homicides?”
I really don’t get paid enough.