His ergonomically-correct desk chair, inherited from his predecessor, creaked under his lean six-foot-one frame when he reached sideways for the ringing phone. Indexing his place in his report with his finger, John Quinn made a mental note to order a new chair. "University police. Chief Quinn speaking."
"Quinn, it's me."
Good thing his office door was closed. He could feel a sappy grin spreading across his face. "Hi, me," he said.
"Do you have a moment?" she said.