"Kowalski! Fraser!" Welsh bellowed.
Frannie took the new squadroom crepe-maker off the flames and sighed. "Still not in, Lieu."
"What about Dewey?
"Nope."
"Huey?"
"Sorry, he's not in either."
"Is *anybody* at work today, Miss Vecchio?" Welsh asked, his voice dangerously calm.
"Well, there's Elsa down in Dispatch and old Mrs. Venteri in Payroll."
Welsh looked out at the empty room. "All our detectives have finally realized they're soulmates, haven't they?"
"I'm afraid so, Sir."
"Oh well. It was only a matter of time.
Frannie sat on the lieutenent's desk and smiled coyly. "I'm not a detective, Harding."
"I've noticed . . . Francesca."