As the pizza spun to be heated for the next few minutes, it left the moment between them open. She eyed him and crossed her arms. Less to do with her patience, and more to do with the seriousness of the matter.

“Talk.”

“I rather have something to munch on with the water, thanks.”

Harriet eyed the glass.

“I may have drunk a night ago, but that is my quota for the next few weeks.”

She huffed and dusted her shoes on the mat before entering. Old habits die hard, even if partially.

“What do you have?”

Harriet sat on the dinner table, keeping her eyes on Edward.

She stayed by the doormat for a moment, watching her host move about.

“…I am one of the suspects, but you are going to tell me about this case.” She said.

“Are you sure you should?”

She should not be surprised other police were not keen on investigating.

“Couldn’t be me.” She knew he could not just take her word for it, though, as an officer of the law.

“Isaac was still alive five years ago, so I made sure I was under the radar.”

She scoffed as she took the seat next to his.

“Right… What’s a patrol officer doing investigating a crime scene outside of first response…”

Harriet dusted herself of some of the snow flicked at her from the shake.

“Are you heading this case or are you doing it in secret?”

Each foot slid onto the undisturbed snow, following the officer back to his vehicle.

“Fine.”

Harriet pushed herself up by her knees.

“Come on, buddy. Time to go home.” She nodded at Storm.

“And who was the cake cut this time?”