In the privacy of his office, Caleb's father wasted no time. His fingers deftly dialed the chief of police, a long-time friend with whom he shared both camaraderie and mutual respect. As the call connected, the air buzzed with an unspoken understanding.
'About time someone shook up the system,' Caleb's father thought, his irritation at the detectives fueling the urgency of the conversation. The camaraderie between old friends masked the seriousness of the matter at hand.
"John," Caleb's father barked into the phone, a gruff tone underlining his displeasure. "I've got a bone to pick with those so-called detectives of yours. Lack of responsibility, lazy performance – it's a disgrace."
The chief, accustomed to such blunt conversations, responded in kind. "You always did have a way with words, Richard. But I get it. What happened?"