He walked down into the town and stepped into an audio booth. He dialed OPERATOR. "Give me the Police Department," he said.
"I beg your pardon?" said the operator.
He tried again. "The Law Force," he said.
"I will connect you with the Peace Control," she said, at last.
A little fear began ticking inside him like a tiny watch. Suppose the operator recognized the term Police Department as an anachronism, took his audio number, and sent someone out to investigate? No, she wouldn't do that. Why should she suspect? Paranoids were non-existent in this civilization.
"Yes, the Peace Control," he said.
A buzz. A man's voice answered. "Peace Control. Stephens speaking."
"Give me the Homicide Detail," said Lantry, smiling.
"The what?"
"Who investigates murders?"