Date: 4 Jan 2000 11:42:08 -0500

Brown's doughnut was missing. Vanished into thin air--just as Jim Ellison had breezed by his desk. Which could mean only one thing: that jerk Ellison had stolen the very last Boston Cream doughnut.

Brown turned and glared across the room. Ellison was licking chocolate icing from his fingers. This meant war-all-out war.

The next day, Jim found himself unable to approach any doughnuts. Every time he tried, a strident whistle made him back off. Half of Major Crime was kept entertained by Jim's approaches and retreats, and Brown, dog whistle concealed in his palm, awarded himself the victory.

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