"HEY, LIEUTENANT," Cappy Thomas shouted as I walked in the following morning. "Leeza Gibbons on the line. Enter-tainment Tonight? Wants to know if you can do lunch."

I had made the mistake of calling Jacobi from the plane last night, and maybe gave a few too many details about the day. Some snickers rippled around the squad room.

I took some hot water back to my desk. A light was flashing on my phone. I punched it in.

"Listen, LT" - Jacobi's voice - "me and the missus were thinking about heading over to the Big Island sometime in July. Any chance you can snag the G-3?"

I punched off the line, spooning a pouch of Red Zinger into my mug.

"Hey, LT, phone!" Cappy yelled again.

This time I picked it up and snapped, "Look, I didn't sleep with him, I didn't ask for the jet, and while you bozos were scratching your balls back here, I actual............