People here report false alarms like it's going out of style, not to mention the petty stuff, drunken rambles, drug-induced harassment calls, and the likes, with complaints coming just as easily.
It makes these operators' shifts akin to attending a funeral every day.
They're among the few who work twenty-four-hour shifts, and aside from dealing with callers, they're not known for their sunny dispositions.
Facing the operators' roaring rants, old Hardenn helplessly turned to Brian with an inquiring look.
Brian nodded, "Ask what the case is about, will you? And let's hope it's not another body pick-up job—those lack challenge."
Old Hardenn nodded and mumbled into the phone.
A moment later.
His gaze shifted toward Brian with an odd expression, "It's from Beverly, a case where a somewhat famous actress was found drowned in a manor swimming pool, naked..."
At that, Brian whistled, "Too bad Glenn and Green aren't here; they'd be thrilled."