It was my day off, but it was murder. Again.
The phone caught me on the way out. A body in a car in a parking lot. Sure, I said. It was on my way. I'd check it out. It was high noon, during the Christmas rush, in a city parking lot outside a Miami Beach department store near bustling Lincoln Road Mall.
A shiny, lime-green Coupe de Ville sat at a meter, its wheels turned sharply. The red flag signaled violation.
The driver's time had run out.
The meter maid had written a parking ticket. She leaned over to place it on the windshield and saw the man inside. A parking ticket would not irritate this...