The moment Deb stepped out onto the street she was struck immediately by the cold. It was colder out here in the not-quite-spring weather than the worst winter in Miami. There were no palm trees, little sunshine, and much less humidity.
She didn't recognize anything.
The detective in her was smart enough to pull a copy of a newspaper that flittered down the street. It crunched into a paper ball as she clutched it. Through her shivering, Deb managed to straighten it out. A mayor named Snow White? Superman?
"What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK."
Deb stormed back in. She was losing her mind. If she'd been transported to fairy tale land, the officer should have realized that using her phone to call her brother in Miami shouldn't have worked. But it did.
She got his answering machine.
"Dex! Pick up the fucking phone! Where the fuck are you? Something is going on here and I really fucking need you right now. My cell is on. Fucking call me as soon as you get this message."
She slammed her desk phone and released the call.
Looking back up at Fray, Deb glared.
"The fuck do you want." It wasn't so much a question as much as an excuse to shout. Deb knew what the girl wanted, but she had larger concerns than paperwork at the moment.