[ WP ] Heaven is becoming overpopulated . Slums are developing , crime is rising , angels are sent in to keep the peace .

It was a slow bit of eternity, when the dame walked into my office. She was tall beam of light, with legs so long and slender, you could use ‘ em to string a harp. And those weren ’ t even her two best assets. Those came a bit higher up her body. 
 
 But dames like that are as common as sunbeams up here. I was just about to turn back to polishing my perl collection, when I noticed something a bit off. And then, I figured it out. 
 
 This dame wasn ’ t smiling. 
 
 The last time I had seen that was in the mirror this morning. Hell, even Gabriel smiles and is charge of patrolling the tarnished zones. Ever since he scared the mother of God, he has been on the big guy ’ s shit list. Imagine, just popping in to let some girl know she was gon na be knocked up, no announcement or nothing. Not exactly brilliant diplomacy. 
 
 I guess the boss figured that his lack of tact could be better put to use knocking some halos together. 
 
 Can ’ t say he was wrong. 
 
 The tarnished zones used to be bad -- there was even a black market in Silver Lining. That shit will make the eons just slip on by. But ever since Gabriel started his beat. Well, things had been cleaned up a bit. 
 
 Something told me they hadn ’ t been cleaned up enough. Something else told me that this dame came straight outta them. Call it detective ’ s intuition, if you must. But she wasn ’ t from realms of gleaming brightness, if you catch my drift. 
 
 The dame made it to my desk, she was carrying a white bag with her She put the bag on my desk and leaned over to show me what she had to offer. I had to say, I liked what I saw. It weren ’ t every day you saw some of the perls straight off the gates. But, there they were, two of ‘ em. Just hanging on her neck, like some a rainbow on a cloud. The offer was pretty clear, and I was pretty clearly interested. 
 
 “ Hey there, handsome. I hear you are the guy to talk to about solving some mysteries. ” 
 
 “ Depends, some mysteries don ’ t need to be solved. Some of them ain ’ t even mysteries really. Hell, a few dozen eons, and most thing just clear up on their own ” 
 
 She gave me a frown. Baal, that was hot. How did she even get them them muscles to go that way? 
 
 “ Not this one, I think. ” 
 
 “ Oh? ” 
 
 “ Yeah. ” 
 
 She reached into the bag, and pulled out a head. No body. Just a head. 
 
 The eyes weren ’ t moving. It took me a bit to remember what this meant. I had to remember back to my mortal days -- days spend on the LAPD. 
 
 Then, I remembered how to frown. 
 
 That wasn ’ t supposed to happen. Why the last dead body that had been found in heaven had been… well, never. 
 
 I looked up into her eyes. And then at the perls. 
 
 She was right, this was going to be interesting. 

