"This is the Homicide and Robbery Division... Okay, got it. We'll be on our way immediately."
She hung up the phone.
Daisy looked at the lackadaisical Dean and Harry. "Guys, inside the alley at 433 Oren Street, a homeless man rummaging through trash found a body. I'll notify the forensics department; you two should head out."
"Oh~ the easy life of earning a paycheck is over. I really don't want to move; this game is too much fun," Harry stretched lazily, somewhat reluctantly getting up.
He had recently become addicted to a character in a combat game.
It was a hero with miraculous marksmanship—Holy Gun Sean, a cool-looking man wearing a half-mask.
Although the crappy pixelation made it hard to see what, if anything, was cool about the character, Harry was deeply fascinated as long as Sean wielded a revolver.
"Harry, you're like those junkies, except you're hooked on 'Spirit' marijuana," Dean quipped.
