Harry crime scene

She stared at me for a moment. Then she closed her eyes and her shoulders relaxed.
"Hiya, Murphy," I said.
"Hey," she said, her voice a little feeble. I enjoyed the moment. I didn't get to see Murphy's soft side often. "Do I smell coffee?"
"Made a fresh pot," I said. "Get you some?"
Murphy let out a groan of something near lust. "Marry me."
"Maybe when you're conscious." I stepped back and let her in. Murph sat down on the couch and Mouse came over to her and laid his head shamelessly on her lap. She yawned and scratched and petted him obligingly, her small, strong hands making his doggy eyes close in bliss.
I passed her a cup of coffee and got one for myself. She took it black with a couple of zero-calorie sweeteners in it. Mine came with cream and lots and lots of sugar. We sipped coffee together, and her eyes became more animate as the caffeine went in. Neither of us spoke, and her gaze eventually roved over my apartment and me. I could hear the wheels spinning in her head.
"You showered less than an hour ago. I can still smell the soap. And you just got done cleaning your coat. At four in the morning."
I sipped coffee and neither confirmed nor denied.
"You were at the building when it blew up," she said.
"Not at it," I said. "I'm good, but I don't know about having a building fall on me."
She shook her head. She stared at the remainder of her coffee. "Rawlins called. Told me that your office building had exploded. I thought someone had gotten to you, finally."


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