The detective sighed, exhausted from a long day at the office, allowing himself to crumble down onto the sofa and melt into the soft cushions that surrounded him, that is, until a sudden, but all too familiar, ringing of the telephone began to echo through the walls of the empty apartment.He stood, dragging his feet across the floor towards the one-night-stand and looking as to who was calling. A stranger..He answered the phone, his voice cold. "Who is it? I'm busy at the moment.."