Detective Sandiego was researching in her office, when the telephone rang loudly, disrupting her intense study of gemstones. "Ugh, who could be bothering me now?" she thought as she begrudgingly picked up the phone. People never called her personal line, since she didn't have any friends. Her curiosity was piqued when the man on the other end spoke with the thickest Indian accent she'd ever heard, claiming to be from the SFPD.
"Hello ma'am, we've got a warrant for your arrest unless you pay us fifty grand and give us your Social Security number." Carmen rolled her eyes so hard she thought they'd get stuck that way. "Sir, what am I being arrested for?" She asked, though she was certain his answer would have her in stitches.
"Drug trafficking," he replied without missing a beat. Carmen snorted her coffee clear out her nose, which burned like the devil but was totally worth it for the laugh. The idea of girl Detective Sandiego in a drug cartel was absolutely preposterous.
"Sir, I'm not comfortable sharing any personal information with you, especially since I'm pretty sure you're full of baloney." Carmen was fighting to hold in her laughter as he continued demanding her bank Deets.
"You've reached ACME Detective Agency. I think you've got the wrong number, buddy. Let me transfer you to our fraud department where they'll have a field day with you." With that, Carmen gleefully hung up on the scam artist, chuckling to herself about the ridiculous situation.
Carmen shook her head of the image of her dealing drugs or even being arrested. She was a law-abiding citizen, after all. Maelstrom had called her a thief a few weeks ago and now the image of her in handcuffs clouded her mind whenever a similar occurrence appeared.
She took off her handcuffs from her belt and playfully wrapped them around her wrists. "That should stop me from turning evil," she chuckled until she realized the key was missing. Uh oh, this was going to be awkward to explain