Ever Seen a Refrigerator with Three Extra Legs? He Did

Looking across the kitchen, everything seemed pretty ordinary; the usual knives; baskets of fruits and gourmet conditments, three legs sticking out from under an overturn icebox. It was just something I couldn't overlook! How many times do you see a gourmet chef's kitchen that was neat except for a fridge with three legs.

Right there I knew something was wrong. I know any rookie would have caught it, but, I'd been having a bit of trouble getting to sleep last night and my Ole Friend JD had to help me out. I was asleep halfway through the bottle - when the world exploded in my head as the cell buzzed onto my head and a trashcan flew through my front window.

"Couldn't sleep or score again tonight," Gordo, my partner asked? My witty reply sounded something like "Smflph plnkit farming hoe!" And I meant it!

By now the lump that used to be my head was clearing a bit and thanks to many cups of coffee and I wandered in to look at the crime scene.

I saw Lt. Andy Beelman, head of the forensics unit, and asked him what happened. "It's pretty open-and-shut, really!!" I still couldn't figure out why a lawyer wanted to be a forensics cop, but he did fill me it: "It looks like our friends under the fridge here were having a midnight frolic; the fridge got unstable, and fell on them. Imagine doing it in the fridge and being done by it, too."

"You think his wife might have had anything to do with this," the words came stumbling from m lips. "No, she and her own friend and never left her room, they said. Also, this room was the chef's baby his wife was verboten, so only his prints are everything.

"You mean that the fridge got mad at the frolickers and threw itself at them?" I snarled!! "Well, his wife has an airtight alibi and there are no prints." "But, what about the locked wheels ... think they might have something to do with it?" "That's what probably made it unstable - his wife said it was a feature he had to have," Beelman said.

Are you absolutely sure about the wife. "Yes, our team looked at her room and there was some soiled rumpled linen, so she was a busy girl. Nope, not her, just the fridge...and bad luck in their choice of spots!

The only good thing is that the city has one less 1-start chef." I couldn't fault the logic. (I really din't want to, anyway, as the demons needed to go home and go back to bed with me)

"Guess you're right, I'm outta here to bed.!! Just one last thing, why'd you bother calling me on a case like this.?"

"Well it is your beat, and we all had a pool just to see how you'd show up or if you'd show up...thanks the quick $50," Beelman rambled.

I had thought of several fitting responses, but in the end, my partner said: "Let's go Gordo...our job's done." Now I just wish the circus elephants in my stomach would listen, too...