The cold seeped through Officer Moriarity's greatcoat and numbed his body. Steam spiraled from his nostrils in dragonesque patterns, and the far reaches of the street light at the mouth of the alley fell upon him and ricocheted off his badge and buttons as he lumbered toward the street. With cold numbed fingers he tugged a ponderous watch from beneath his coat and paused to examine its scarred face beneath the light ... eleven-thirty, half-an-hour until call-in time.
Green, Richard J.O.
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
, Article 7.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol14/iss1/7