Mary Cassatt Tea painting

Mary Cassatt Tea paintingEdgar Degas Woman Combing Her Hair paintingFrederic Edwin Church Autumn painting
glance from Hazard, Ethan shrugged. Hazard slammed shut the ambulance door.Sheen’s puzzlement resolved into amazement. “You don’t mean they send two detectives ’cause maybe someone stole a two-dollar Christmas doing Dragnet.”Employing the intense and disapproving stare with which he could wither everything from hard-case thugs to flower arrangements, Hazard said, “Are you a Christian hater, Mr. Sheenornament?”Neither Ethan nor Hazard had an answer for that.Sheen should have let it go then, but like a lot of people these days, his ignorance of the true nature of a cop’s work allowed him to feel [382] smugly superior to anyone with a badge. “What’s it take to get a kitten out of a tree—a SWAT team?”Hazard said, “The missing ornament isn’t simply a matter of two dollars, is it, Detective Truman?”“No,” Ethan agreed, falling into their old rhythm, “it’s the principle of the thing. And it’s a hate crime.”“Definitely a felony hate crime under the California Criminal Code,” Hazard deadpanned.“For the duration of the season,” Ethan said, “we’re assigned to the Ornament and Manger Scene Defacement Response Team.”“That’s a division,” Hazard added, “of the Christmas Spirit Task Force established pursuant to the Anti-Hate Act of 2001.”A tentative smile crept across Sheen’s face as he cocked his head first at Ethan, then at Hazard. “You’re goofing me, right,