New York City detective, Kenneth Hall, interacted daily with the dregs of society. By the time he got home at the end of the day he felt so dirty he had to hit the shower. It had become an obsession with him. One hot August night, he came home exceptionally late. It was past midnight when he heard his phone ringing while he was in the shower. He ran out, wet and naked.
“Hello,” he croaked, completely out of breath.
“Ken, it’s Lieutenant Morton. I hate to bother you, but there’s been a