A uniformed officer backed through the door to the detective division. He turned around and everyone could see he was carrying a box.
“Detectives Okuno and Haycock?” he called. “Here’s that little present for you.”
“Presents are supposed to be wrapped, Pinkus,” Haycock said.
“Actually,” Pinkus said, “it’s a lot of presents. How many wallet snatchings are you working in the financial district?”
“Twenty-seven,” Okuno said.
The officer set the box on Haycock’s desk. “Well, here are twenty-seven wallets, so you’re covered.”