Joe
Jesus that was terrifying, Joe thought as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his cellphone. With an uncharacteristically fast speed, he typed up the local police stations number and reported the situation to the cops. Unfortunately, they kept bouncing him around different departments. It was always this annoying at night.
HenryThe phone on the detective's desk started ringing, bringing him back from the digital muck of criminal mugs and up for submission witness interviews which streamed endlessly over his computer on this day. But if there was to be any respite, it would only be slight. His coffee-drowned expression staggered to look at the offensive ringing object before pulling it up to his ear.
"Yes, Barthow here," he picked up.
His colleague's unwarned request made him reel up, half-slamming his palm onto the other side of the desk. "
Really. And you think I'm doing nothing over here? Why is this even being sent to me," he countered the words on the other end harshly, making their origin hesitate before continuing. "Sounds high profile you say... Yes, I know it's late."
Grumbling at the situation, Henry heavily stretched the string of the phone with his free hand, and after a few seconds, sighed.
"Fine, send it to my computer and pass the call here," he acquiesced, pulling up a blank text without even looking at the screen, and holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder. There was a momentary silence before a ring that announced the final redirection of the call. "Good night, this is detective Henry Barthow speaking."