It was the patrolman in the outer office. "Woman out here wants to see you, Lieutenant. Asked for you personally."
"What about?"
"She won't say. All I get is it's important and she talks to you or nobody."
"What's her name?"
"No, sir. Not even that. Want me to get rid of her?"
Kirk eyed the mound of paper work on his desk and sighed. "Probably a taxpayer. All right; send her back here."
A moment later the patrolman loomed up outside the cubbyhole door, the woman in tow. Lieutenant Kirk remained seated, nodded briskly toward the empty chair alongside his desk. "Please sit down, madam. You wanted to see me?"
"You are Mr. Kirk?" A warm voice, almost on the husky side.
"Lieutenant Kirk."
"Of course. I am sorry."