It was a day like any day, and I was in bad need of a shower but I’d settle for a Bloody Mary. I was lost in thoughts of cheese, and other cheese, when a dame appeared in my doorway like an angry swan in a duck joint. She didn’t waste time, but got right to the point: “Someone peed in the bathroom trash can! Right next to the toilet!” I exhaled, long and slow, then put out my imaginary cigarette and got to my feet. It wasn’t the sort of case you’d choose, but most times, the case chooses you.