The Long View.(satire on Chandra Levy investivation)(Brief Article)

Match Wits with Inspector Jones of the Washington, D.C., Police!

Excerpts from "The Case of the Missing Intern"

Chapter One: A Mysterious Noise

Inspector Jones sat bolt upright in bed. "What the devil is that noise?" he asked himself, looking around the darkened room. The quiet, restful peace of his Kalorama-area home was pierced every few seconds by a strange, staccato ringing sound. It was regular -- like clockwork -- and its mysterious persistence bedeviled the world-famous genius detective, the super-sleuth of Washington, D.C.'s crack homicide investigation unit.

"There it goes again," the Inspector said to himself, as once again the unidentified burr droned out its ghostly tattoo. "Could it be the toaster?" he asked himself. "No, the toaster doesn't have a ring quite like that," he answered. "Could it be coming from my loafers?" he asked himself again. He reached under the bed and pulled out his loafers, held them to his ears, and waited. The noise came again. But not from his shoes. "Could it be coming from the armchair?" he asked. "Could it be in the toilet tank?"

"Dammit, Joe, will you get the freakin' phone already?" his wife shouted, then turned over, pounded her pillow, and fell back asleep.

"Ah, yes," said the renowned investigator. "Ah, yes. The phone."