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Mickey looked up as Delaney came back balancing two cups of hot coffee and four doughnuts. Another doughnut protruded from his mouth. All around them was the comforting clatter, chatter and ringing phones of other detectives following other leads in other homicides.
He didn’t like admitting it, but he missed the quiet, phoneless, nearly people-less Seymour house. Of course, it didn’t help that he could feel Caroline’s glare boring a hole in his back. One date and he was in the dog house. Women were so unfair.! Mickey gave a half-twitch, half-shrug to shake it off. It didn’t work, but lucky for him, he saw her grab her purse and head out with her partner. Until now he wouldn’t be relieved there’d been yet another homicide added to their yearly tally, but he needed the hostility break.
