At Special Investigations.

[lt_murphy_si]

It's been a while since the night Harry and I fell into the Chuck Jones Amusement Park.

I never found the homeless guy that gave me that information again.

And that murder victim's case has gone cold

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[c0lder_than_ice]

She's been watching Harry's policewoman friend for awhile, and figures she's probably capable of handling the existence of the Sidhe. Perhaps not handling it well, but Maeve doesn't really care about that.

Sneaking into the building was no problem, and now she knocks playfully before barging into Murphy's office.

[lt_murphy_si]

"Come--" is all I have a chance to say before a teenage girl barges in to my office.

I stand up behind my desk, taken aback. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

[c0lder_than_ice]

She plunks herself down in a nearby, rather-uncomfortable chair--slouching like any red-blooded American teen.

"I guess you could say I'm here to give you a tip"

[lt_murphy_si]

Okay.

On the one hand, information is good.

On the other hand, really strange teen with an attitude. I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms in front of me.

"A tip? About what?"