Title: Razor’s Edge
The display on his pager said 187. Homicide. They’re playing my song. He struggled to pull his arm out from under the blonde he picked up at the bar. At one point he thought she looked like a model, now, squinting at her in the dim room he revised his opinion. She looked closer to a lonely college kid hiding behind heavy eyeliner, purple nail polish and a bad attitude. At least she hadn’t colored her long blond hair an unnatural shade of black. God, I’ve got to stop drinking.