Cece sat at the small table in the coffee shop writing up her report on the suicide attempt tonight.
“Geez, did you see that guy? Half of the dude was missing,” Murdoch said, setting a coffee cup on the table. “Here, I figure you could use this after that s**t tonight.”
Cece picked up the cup and took a sip. “Thanks.” She tipped it in his direction.
“What’d ya think happened to him? I think I’d want to kill myself, too, if I had to look forward to living the rest of my life like that. Wow.” Murdoch leaned back in his chair and stuffed his hands into his ballistic vest. Cece wanted to tell Murdoch what a jerk he was, but she was also aware that being part of such a small department had its limitations for upward mobility. He was her commanding officer, and as such she had to respect the
