"I wish I were a big-time private investigator like you. She surveyed the room for a minute and then said, "What did this?" She came through the door and stopped in her tracks. She wore her gun in a shoulder rig, her badge around her neck, and she had a backpack slung over one shoulder.
She wore jeans, a white tee, sneakers, a baseball cap, and her hair was pulled back into a tail. She's also got about a zillion gunnery awards and a shelfful of open-tournament martial arts trophies, and I once saw her kill a giant plant monster with a chain saw. She's got blond hair, blue eyes, and a cute nose. Murphy doesn't look like a cop, much less a monster cop. Murphy writes more fiction than most novelists. SI spends a lot of time struggling with that last one. SI is supposed to make everything fit neatly into the official reports, explaining away anything weird with logical, rational investigation.
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They were the cops who got to handle all the crimes that didn't fall into anyone else's purview-stuff like vampire attacks and mystical assaults, as well as more mundane crimes like grave robbing, plus all the really messy cases the other cops didn't want to bother with. She was the head of Chicago PD's Special Investigations Department. "I need you to pick something up for me on the way." MURPHY CAME THROUGH the door eight minutes later. "Georgia's missing." I paused and said, "It's her wedding day, Murph."
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