Inside Job at Discount Electronics

Detective Jake Peralta stood over a body surrounded by shattered glass and discount televisions.

The hum of flickering fluorescent lights buzzed above him, matching the low murmur of police

radios and the distant wail of a siren. “Victim’s name is Henry Morgenthau,” said Boyle,

flipping through his notepad with earnest energy. He was small, excitable,

and trying very hard not to step in a puddle of grape soda seeping toward his shoe.

“Store owner says he came in early to open up and found him like this. Shot once in the

chest, no witnesses.” Jake looked up from the floor, his tie already

undone, shirt wrinkled like it was allergic to ironing. He was chewing on