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Inspector Leif Brunswick stretched out a hand to type out a few more words on the word document open on his screen. Work on the typing had been slow recently, partly because of Brunswick’s distraction.
His phone let out a shrill sound, the noise burrowing deep into his ear canal. Sighing, Brunswick picked it up.
“Inspector Brunswick,” he said gruffly.
“Ah, hello Inspector,” a squeaky voice said.
“Who is this?” Brunswick asked.
“Oh nobody, just little ol’ me.”
“I’m going to need a name,” Brunswick retorted.
“You’re not going to need anything,” the voice said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh... hem, hem... sorry,” the voice said, “I was under the impression I was talking to a learned man.”
Brunswick sighed.
“I’m... sorry if I offended you,” Brunswick responded.
“I accept your apology. Now I would just like to inform you that the hospital has received a bomb threat. Ta-ta!”
The phone made a low buzzing sound. The caller had hung up.
Brunswick sat bemused for a second.
“Nancy!” he called to his secretary, “Get my car ready!”
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The Ward
Mystery / ThrillerAfter his wife's tragic death in a fire a man swears revenge against the doctor who was unable to save her.
