The phone rang noisily in the smoke filled room, startling a man who's feet were resting slothfully on a messy desk. "Detective Headquarters, Officer Lazenby here," the man answered.

"Hi Bob," came a friendly voice, it was Officer Lazenby's good friend Constable Milton, "I want you to conduct an investigation."

"Well, you've come to the right place!" joked Bob.

"Very funny," remarked Constable Milton.

"So, what is it this time?" asked Bob.

There was a brief sigh. "A woman has been stabbed to death in the alleyway out the back of the theatre." Officer Milton's voice had changed from a bright, cheery voice to a sighing, somewhat hesitant voice. "She seems quite young," he continued.

Officer Lazenby paused for a moment, he had gotten used to the violence in this town, but he still hated to see innocent people killed, mercilessly.

"Right, I'll meet you there in ten minutes," he said slowly as he hung up the phone. He took his hat off the tall hat stand near the door and placed it firmly on his head. He climbed into his car and headed towards the crime scene.

A few minutes later he arrived at the alley where he met Constable Milton, the man who he had spoken to on the phone earlier. The alley was dark and the light shining down on the bluestone walls made everything even creepier, it seemed like just the place for a murder. Officer Lazenby and Constable Milton were quite good friends.

"Everything was left just how it has always been," stated Constable Milton as the two men started to dust for fingerprints. The man who reported the murder said that he heard a scream and then saw a car speed out of the alley where the woman was murdered.

ŅI have the licence number written down here somewhere....." Constable Milton rummaged around in his pocket, "Ah, here it is." He pulled a small note pad out of his shirt pocket. "The licence number is AIF 213," stated Milton, "It's being checked out as we speak."

Later that afternoon, the two men met in a quiet little cafe a few blocks down from the crime scene. They sat at a table wedged up against the window with a bench seat either side.

"So, how's life in the force?" queried Officer Lazenby, "Any dramatic car chases or shootings or stuff like that?"

"No. You've been watching too many movies. I've been busy investigating things like handbag snatchings in supermarkets and burglaries," signed Constable Milton.

The two men were on their way back to the detective headquarters in Milton's car. There was a sudden beep and Milton picked up the microphone handset almost immediately.

"Constable Milton here," he stated.

"Hello, we have some information regarding the case," came a woman's voice from over the radio, "The car with the licence number AIF 213 belongs to a George Hawcock. Oh and if it helps any the woman was an actress."

"That would explain why she was at the theatre," said Milton, handing Lazenby his note pad and a pen, "Okay, thanks," replied Milton, once again directing his attention towards the microphone.

Once back at the headquarters, Officer Lazenby was on the phone immediately, "Hello, I want the address of a George Hawcock."

There was some typing and a brief beep on the other end of the telephone. "Hello, are you still there?" came a woman's voice.

"Yeah, I'm here," replied Officer Lazenby.

"George Hawcock lives at 22 Helensby St.," said the woman.

"Thanks!" said Officer Lazenby.

A few hours later, the two men once again found themselves in the police car, this time heading towards Helensby Street.....with a warrant to arrest George Hawcock. After just minutes they arrived at 22 Helensby St. There was a small, brick house with small windows, one of which had a crack being held together by electrical tape.

"Looks like a dump," commented Milton.

"Got it in one!" joked Lazenby.

He had noticed that the grass hadn't been mowed in months and was beginning to doubt whether anyone could live here at all. By now Constable Milton had already rung the doorbell and footsteps could be heard from inside the house, they were coming closer.

A rather short man wearing a singlet and shorts opened the door and noticing Constable Milton's uniform, turned and ran. The man slammed the door behind him but Milton already had his foot in the door and began to give chase, followed closely by Officer Lazenby. The man knocked over furniture and ornaments in an attempt to slow the two officers down. He eventually ran into what seemed to be the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. There was a loud smash behind the door and Milton burst into the room, noticing a broken window. He then heard cries of pain coming from outside and looking out the window saw a stunned George Hawcock, with a broken leg.

By this time Officer Lazenby had caught up to the other two and handcuffed George. Lazenby and Milton then shook hands to another job well done.