Incident Room

The door of the incident room had been left wide open. They thought nothing had been stolen until a man from forensics remembered about the black box. They’d put it in an envelope to send off to the lab. But when he went to look for it, it could not be found.

Must’ve been lost in the post!

Some heavy-handed ironist shouted from the back of the room.

Standing on the rostrum preparing to answer the media’s questions, the Senator had the feeling that he was going to deny everything until, under pressure from some inexplicable interior source, he found himself talking, like Davis, about boxes within boxes.

The thought crossed his mind he might have been naked.