McGovern was yelling as usual, as Lew came through the door of the newspaper office. Lew tossed his hat on to the overburdened rack by the door, shucked his sodden raincoat, and went to see what the fuss was about this time. The room smelled more musty than usual with all the hats and coats, like wet dog. He absently took note of who was in and who wasn’t.
Anna was sitting at her desk, focused on touching up her nails, as she always was at this point in her day. She spared him a glance as he passed. “He’s in a good mood, surprisingly. Some police detective told him you were at the crime scene of that murder last night and he reckons you’ll have good snaps.” She grinned. “The detective told him they were police property until he said so, though, so watch it in there. You know what he’s lik
