Detectives are trained to develop a sixth sense, a nose for when a case smells fishy. And something about this one wasn’t right. First of all, Angel was here, and she always showed off when something was strange.
All of those cases seemed to follow her around. Or maybe it was the other way around.
He’d have to talk to her about that. Normally dead bodies didn’t parade after pretty looks and a sweet laugh.
He glanced over at those pretty looks. She smiled at him. A huge, sharp smile and he felt goosebumps travel up his arms. It was quite chilly out.
He smiled back before looking back at the scene.
“It’s a pretty nasty one, eh?”
He turned. James was staring, not at him, but at the strangled body before him.
All he could do was nod. Harry didn’t even know where to start with this one. All he could think of was Angel. When he looked back she was holding that sharp smile, yet this time she was wearing a variety of flowing garments, instead of the white suit she had been in a minute ago.
He really should talk to her later.
“You can head home, Harry. We’ll take this one,” James said as he lowered himself to inspect the scene before him.
“It’s okay. I’ve got this.”
Harry could feel James stare, but refused to look back. Maybe if he didn’t return the stare, James wouldn’t bring it up. Bur then James opened his mouth.
“I know it’s been tough since Angel passed. You need to take time off.”
But she hadn’t passed away Harry though. He turned and smiled at her.