Isaac extended his hand and shook Grace’s. There was a stark contrast between Isaac’s chapped fingers and her professionally manicured nails, no varnish, but nicely shaped and shining. For a moment the handshake stuck, and the two met eyes. Grace found much in his eyes that frightened her. Past the façade of professionalism, there was a near hopeless emptiness behind his gaze. York coughed and the two pulled their hands away.
“Detective Fletcher, this is Detective Murphy. He’s one of the best men we have. You’ll never meet a man who works harder than him.” York stated. Isaac shrugged.
“Lieutenant, I think that title belongs to you.” York chuckled dryly. Grace put on a smile, trying to wash away the nervousness.
“Detective Murphy…” She started.
“Right… Isaac. I’ve read up all about you. Very impressive resume. The Blackhorn case in Greenville? That was incredible.” Isaac gave a side-eye to York.
“The only thing incredible about that case was the fact that I somehow didn’t collapse from exhaustion after not sleeping for two weeks.” Grace gave a nervous chuckle. Isaac cracked a small smile.
“But thank you. I’m looking forward to training you. We need all the help we can get.” York cleared his throat and spoke.
“I’ve got to go put out a dozen fires so y’all will have to continue the introductions without me.” York headed up the stairs and as he did, he passed by David, who was snacking on a jelly donut. David saw Grace and wiped his mouth.
“Ah shit...” He exclaimed. Grace glanced over her shoulder and David straightened himself up and wiped the sugar off his mouth.
“And you must be Detective Miles! Grace Fletcher.” Grace extended her hand and David wrapped his hairy paw of a fist around it.
“Pleasure to meet you Detective Fletcher. Just David is fine.” David downed the rest of the donut as Isaac’s phone vibrated. Isaac pulled it out and put it to his ear.
“Yep. We’re on our way.” Isaac hung up and looked over at Grace.
"We’ll have to skip the pleasantries. It’s time for you to see what David and I do everyday here.” Grace’s eyes widened.
“Absolutely. What is it?”
Isaac, David and Grace consoled the grieving O’Donnell family. Mrs. O’Donnell cried into a stunned Grace’s arms. Grace started tearing up as well. Isaac and David were more or less stone faced; how many times had they done this? While Mrs. O’Donnell kept Grace busy, Isaac and David attempted to question a shell-shocked Mr. O’Donnell and the wrecked Girlfriend of the Deceased. After several minutes, the inevitable demand for justice was made. Isaac, mustering up as much confidence as he could, gave an empty promise…
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