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"I'm going home then."
He touched my arm. "Go to the second scene, Anita, please. Don't give Dolph any more reason to be more pissy."
"That is not my problem, Zerbrowski. Dolph is making his own life hard on this one."
"I know, but the couple officers that have been at both scenes say the second one is a bad one. More up your alley than Reynolds's."
"Up my alley, how?"
"Violent, real violent. Dolph doesn't want to know if it's magic, he wants to know if something that wasn't human did it."
"Dolph's a fanatic about not giving details away to his people before they've seen a crime scene, Zerbrowski. What you've just told me would piss him off mightily."
"I was afraid you wouldn't go, if I didn't… add a little."
"Why do you care if Dolph and I are feuding?"
"We're here to solve crimes, Anita, not fight each other. I don't know what's eating Dolph, but one of you has to be the grown-up." He smiled. "Yeah. I know things have come to a sorry state when you're the one, but there it is."
I shook my head and slapped his arm. "You are such a pain in the ass, Zerbrowski."
"It's good to be appreciated," he said.
The anger was fading, and with it the spurt of energy. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "Get me outside before I start feeling bad again. I'll go see the second crime scene."
He put his arm around my shoulders and gave me half a hug. "That's my little federal marshal."
I raised my head. "Don't push it, Zerbrowski."
"Can't help myself, sorry."
I sighed. "You're right, you can't help yourself. Forget I said anything, keep saying witty irritating things as you walk me back to Jason."
He started me across the room, arm still across my shoulders. "How did you end up with a werewolf stripper as your driver for the day?"
"Just lucky I guess."