Trusts judgement

Murphy had faced the same situations as Greene, more or less. Something wild happened, and none of it made any sense. Murphy had her first face-off with the supernatural while she was still a beat cop on patrol. It gave her an advantage as a detective, because at least she knew how much she didn't know. Greene didn't even have that much going for him. I hated to see her like that, feeling helpless to do anything. Hurting. Even if only in memory.
"How about you?" I asked. "You see anything that you think is worth mentioning?"
"Not yet. Someone around here has got to know something useful- even if they don't know that they do." She tilted her head and frowned at me. "Wait. You're asking me?"
I shrugged a shoulder. "Murph, you've seen as much weird as most wizards. I think you're more capable than you know."
She studied my face for a long moment. "What do you mean?"
I shrugged again. "I mean that you've been there a time or two. You know what it's like when something is lurking around. There's commonality to it. You'll know it when you feel it."
"What? Am I supposed to be a wizard now?"
I grinned. "Just a savvy cop chick, Murph."
"Cop chick?" she asked, menace in her voice.
"Sorry," I said. "Police chick."
She grunted. "That's better."
"Just don't ignore your instincts," I said. "They're there for a reason."
Murphy wasn't listening to that last part, because she'd turned her head sharply to one side, blue eyes narrowing as she focused on a man who had emerged from a conference room doorway and was slipping down the hall.
And Mouse let out a low growl.


Proven Guilty Chapter 21, Page 146-147