The station was quiet, a heavy smothering silence that stifled every attempt to break it. Parsons was cleaning his weapon. Jutes was doing the crossword. Tersico bounced a rubber ball rhythmically against the wall.
The phone rang.
Everyone watched, wide-eyed, as Sergeant Cluise answered. "Yes, ma'am. Exceeding the speed of light? In Newtonian space? Confirmed? Oh. Oh, I see. You want your local police, ma'am. We don't handle fraud. That's right. Only if the laws are actually violated." He paused. "Not very often, ma'am."
Cluise sighed and set the phone down. The others slumped, and the silence returned.
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