HE SCOFFS, IF only to mask the origins of genuine mirth spreading over his expression. ❝ does she, ❞ murphy muses, nodding his head before the motion ceases, and he’s left looking at the sturdy, metallic table. ❝ wonder if she gets it from her mom — ❞ eyes flick up to detective decker, and with the slight cant of his head, a brow arches towards his temple with curiosity.
a thoughtful hum. ‘ could be. you’d have to ask her what she thinks. ’ no comment on that ephemeral lapse of bravado, but it didn’t slip by unnoticed. the next words are a calculated risk. ‘ so what about your mom ? she usually a no - show at times like this ? ’