Resolution: Rez 1 2015 Revision
By O.L. Colter
Copyright 2015 O.L. Colter
Detective Nobel Capucilli had finally gotten some sleep and was still enjoying it at 8:20 when his phone began its vibrating dance on his night stand. He picked up the phone without moving from the comfortable position he'd found and forced his eyes open enough to read the display. The number didn't register in his memory and there was no name attached, but he answered. “Capucilli,” he said.
“Nobel, this is Francis Falck,” the voice said.
“Francis Falck, been awhile. How's the Franklin area treating you?”
“Just fine. I've managed to make detective.”
“I'd heard. Moving fast.”
“It's a good fit up here for me.”