‘Here’s the case,’ she held it out until he opened it.
Williams sat down to ogle her plaque, Captain Jane Williams Precinct 17 Detroit.
Frank spoke in an incredulous tone, ‘You cannot be serious.’
‘Is there a problem Lieutenant?’
‘Some guy gets his nuts ripped off while taking a shit and you want me to investigate? I’m Homicide!’
Williams interlocked her fingers, ‘He died, possibly murdered.’
‘Oh please, he probably got his balls caught on the seat and stood up too fast.’
‘The moment this case hit my desk it cried Frank Midgette, I just couldn’t think of anyone who might have spent more time with their head down a public toilet.’
Manuel burst out laughing, Frank gave him a cold stare then turned to Williams, ‘So why do I get to babysit Manolito?’
‘His name is Lieutenant Manuel Montoya, I expect a preliminary report by tomorrow, you may leave now Lieutenant,’ she motioned shooing him away.
As he opened the door several workmates scrambled back to their desks, having spent the last minutes with their ears against the Captain’s door.



Frank Midgette's Case Files: "The Dead Pan"