Graveyard Shift (#103)
"Heard you had a little bomb-erooni scare."An expose on the after-dark action surrounding the one - two, as told by R. Harris, author extroidnaire. We open with a bomb threat - the building is cleared and Precinct Dairies begins to write itself. It's unfortunate that Harris is always so busy gathering details for his next big book, when there's a wealth of information about old Foster and old Brownie - and old Lugar is, of course, right there.
Frank Lugar ain't gonna lay cozy under the covers while his men are being blown half-way to the Pocanos - their bloody limbs being torn off their mangled bodies - or so he says.
Good man, that Lugar - after all, they got to old Foster with a couple of sticks of dynamite. *SIGH*.
Tonight's excitement - a tourist is robbed at knife-point and a man tries to boost some uppers from an all nite drug store to avoid being molested by a demon in his sleep. The mad bomber is revealed to be the 12th precincts pissed-off neighbor, hoping the rowdy police station will get scared and move away.
