"New day - new opportunities."

These words Adrian says to himself every morning when he wakes up, but today something went wrong. Maybe it's the weather. Monday morning is not pleased with the people of Boston in good weather instead of the sun, as promised by weather forecasters, was a strong rain. Hardly anyone on their own would come out of the house when this is happening, but still working and other things are not postponed just because it is raining. Mrs. Harris didn't need an alarm clock developed over the years reflex, worked a hundred times better than him, and any other day she would have long raced to work, but not today. It did not even awakened by a rustling in the hallway. Sarah came into the apartment and threw the keys on the nightstand.

You're home, SIS?

She ran from room to room and then went into the kitchen to find sister at the kitchen table. The woman was asleep, his head in his hands and judging by the turned off laptop scattered across the table, the papers and the unfinished coffee, she again worked all night. In this woman's life was happening in the moment a lot of, basically all these experiences are related to work, and Harris is well understood and in any case not condemned sister, though this also occasionally happened. His dissatisfaction with judge Harris is usually expressed immediately and did not hesitate in expressions. Perhaps these two have inherited my mother's room.

"Does not itself saves" - not out loud said the Sara sighed sadly and patted her on the head. Adrian straightened up immediately, but literally five seconds later her face grimaced, and she began to knead the neck, which seems to be asleep, as sleep won her over faster than she was able to take a comfortable position for yourself.

- Good morning, Adri!

- No. And what are you doing up so early? – she asked, gathering the papers in one pile.

At other times your house not to catch me to talk to you need. What are you again worked all night? Look, just cut it wrong. How do you even go to a site like this? To be honest, JAX after a wild booze in the morning looks better. Maybe I'll take the day off?

- Are you finished? Great. So stop trying to treat me, please. You see that I already boiled. If you have a burning desire to ride the sister on the brain, let's do this again, and I can't give you an exact guarantee that will allow you to do this. It's hard for me. I have a lot of work, an important thing that we can't reveal for the third month... And plus, each of your can't leave me alone. Unable to explain to him that with whom and how I spend my time is not his concern. And with whom he spends time - I don't care. We only had dinner once, and he himself is there something already invented.

Nervously sneer, Adrian walked away, starting to clean myself up and get ready for work. Her wardrobe was not rich in bright colors, and she almost never wore, believing that she's not a clown, and the profession does not allow. But if this happened, you only used concealer to hide the circles under her eyes, mascara to emphasize the eyes and subtle lipstick. In this he and Sarah were like. By the way, she doesn't eat Breakfast really, except that when you work comes to a sister or friend. Sarah called her to the table pretty soon, and while she was making coffee, Adrian opened the window, pulling out a packet. Striking behind-the-Zhigalko, she set fire to it, inhaling and puffing grey smoke dispersing in the cool air. In her lungs again gets the poison, and what to do? Bad habits always come back. Seemingly as an afterthought Sarah again told my sister about my doubts about my husband, that divorce is somehow delayed. And yet it seemed to her that he has something illegal cranks behind them.

- And from me what do you want? So I followed him or something, I don't understand. If so, then she somehow. I already have enough problems.

"How about that From me what do you want?". I need your advice.

- I'm afraid you won't like my advice. Don't stress yourself. And it will pass.

Sara poured coffee from the cezve into a small thermos, which Adrian usually takes with him to work and smiled slightly. Literally a minute later the woman's phone number vibrated and brought to the display name of the partner. She again heard the phrase so used to hearing:

- There's a dead body - he said the man wants you here.

- A corpse is a corpse. Once called and said "Harris, in the city of any murder, and I take your visyaki". Okay, on my way.

Dropping the call and stuffed the phone in his jacket pocket, Adrian sadly looked at her sister, making it clear that Breakfast is cancelled and she needs to leave.

- We'll talk about it. Let's have lunch together today? Great! Shut the door herself.

Taking the flask, and, having kissed her on the cheek, Adrian took the bag from the bench, threw on a jacket and hastily left the apartment. New day - new opportunities and... Corpses.

- It's time to meet the morning not just in Boston, but in Boston mental hospital. It was the first and last time I participate in your scams, Clark! Look for another idiot and I have better things to do. And the car, by the way, I have! What the hell is going on?

Maura hastily dressed, as she was soaked to the bone because she had the mouth of a suspect without transportation in such a heavy downpour. And the most funny thing in this situation was that this was not necessarily because his alibi was confirmed long ago, colleagues at work, security and the Secretary. John and Adrian personally checked that. Now on the scene have to go, but, having phoned to Harris, they agreed to meet directly at Jane, and together wait for its conclusion about the victim.

- Well, I'm sorry! How did I know that this client is not interested in us anymore? They all did in my time off, and John let me know about it recently. Well, Maura!

The woman, using the time to spare, turn up the kitchen partner the pots of coffee and put to cook it. Turned out really ugly. Teri is well aware of this.

- Watts, well my bad, I admit. An unfortunate mistake, better go have your coffee, I almost welded.

- My only annoying bug was that I had contacted you. When I began to help you when you fired. Since you just got on my neck. This.

• And who said that being a detective is easy? It's pretty easy, but Mrs. Harris even more difficult – she has to gain respect from male colleagues. And not only her. But, anyway, she's a good COP, Despite being rude and sometimes ignores the rules.

On the way to the scene, Harris was in a small tube, and that path seemed to be endless, had to choose the most unusual, but fastest route. Most likely found the girl's body who disappeared a few days ago, although Adrian would like this at the moment is the least. Plus, she could not forget the robbery at the bar of a friend a few days ago. She first acted as a witness. At least the rain is gone...

- Why you didn't have weapons, Harris?

- I, you know, on weekends when I go for a drink with friends, forget about the fact that I'm a COP And what these assholes want? A gunfight like in the movies? "Thank God, among us was a COP". PF. By the way, I apologized, and what she was thinking, when arguing with a guy who has a gun pointed at her head? Yes, I know that your gun is always with you. You are the brightest example for all of us, John! Okay, not talk about it. It's the smell. Here that mice or what are you cooking?

- Here near the dump, specifically asked you to come here so you don't waste your time and not trying to drive there. We have in place.

He quickly carried the woman to the scene, and began to enter in the course of the case, although information was not so much. After she asked to see the left wrist of the girl, which must be drawn tattoo feather. His glasses up, the woman concluded:

Is Sidney Clarke a missing girl. Not missing anymore... One thing is for sure, she's not related to our Clark.

- What is all this? Will you look at that and not argue with me on the cause of death? Call.

- I am a forensic scientist? I will more precisely tell Jane, when surveys. We'll argue another time. Near the body were found some correspondence which has'? What do you mean why? So, at least, it will be possible to find out which container was the body. Look, detective, Wilson, and I question Mr. frost. Then tell me, what's the story with surveillance, why Maura is so jerky.

Lunch with Sarah did not work, so how much time was spent on gathering information about the victim, and Jane didn't hurry, even when asked to accelerate with the examination of the victim. She was beaten to the point of exhaustion: had broken both cheekbones, bridge of nose... well, someone was really mad at her. But the husband of this lady crying well, I gotta give him that. Today Adrian and I decided to switch to John duty, as she had something planned, but to go unnoticed failed. She did not take a bag, as in her field of vision appeared the Isles detective from the robbery division.

- I brought you lists of those who was late earlier, and I want you to look at.

- Now is not the time!

- It does not take much time. And I want to apologize for the other night. I just have never had the cops in front of witnesses. Perhaps I was a little pushy...I understand that you have a good reputation, but I already took the pictures. Just take a look.

- Later, okay? I'm trying to solve a murder, among other things.

Mrs. Harris frowned, pulling on his jacket and black-rimmed glasses. The last time she had bad eyesight.

I'm trying to solve the case of the robbery of the bar your friend. You're a little tired or are you always like this?

- I told you, I'll look later! I need to be in court. Goodbye.

With these words she took his bag and hurried away, along the way picking up Sarah's number with a proposal to turn the dinner into a family dinner.

The rain finally ended and more was pouring in buckets. It was Mrs. Harris on the arm. She smoked on the porch of the plot of one cigarette, while talking to Maura Watson – colleague, which is also none of the male colleagues did not take seriously, briefly discussed her interrogation, which took place an hour earlier, wished her a good shift and went to his car. Even a few minutes, she breathed in the cool air, and then sat behind the wheel, turned on my favorite radio station went home. Her evening, almost no different from some other days. Along the way she stopped at a supermarket and bought groceries to cook dinner and feed my sister, possibly a niece, but also lectures about the fact that if we eat some sandwiches and scones, you can earn gastritis, also to be fed. And standing in the mirror, she spoke to John. By the way, he was a partner Until they worked undercover. And when Adrian was just beginning his detective work, has become a good friend for her.. but that's weird that he didn't tell her all this when she was at the station. Ten minutes had passed.

- John, well, leave me alone! I'm very tired, could we finish this later? Tomorrow, for example. If you ask me, you all write down, please, and I just don't have. Say what you want. You can use the default options. Horse or my Kingdom for this. In the aisles reasonable course. And thank you for help. While!

Tube already seemed endless, and Harris decided to shorten the route, circling her a few yards, and she soon left on a road leading directly to her house.

Park your car at the same place as always, Adrian quickly got out of the car, pulled out packages and tsokaya heels, hurried inside. Soon, the woman rose to the desired floor and, finally ,was home. Removing outerwear and shoes off and she went to the kitchen to put the food and little air. Though the street was cool, and the apartment at this time, it was terribly stuffy.

In the analysis of the products never took a lot of time, because it never gained a lot since she lives alone and eats once a day, and that is, do not eat, but this time bought three times because I didn't know how her apartment late Sarah. Once in the family of some ambiguities, it is possible that she wants to go live with her. Just had to change clothes and to have dinner. Yes, but that's Harris-he rarely cooks, but order food somewhere she's not wanted, she decided to treat daughter with her cooking.

And it hasn't even been an hour and a half before the bell rang on the door and Harris, wiping my hands with a towel, hurried to open, sneak peek through the peephole.

- What kind of people! Adrian crossed his arms on his chest, letting the daughter in the apartment. Hey! Come on we need to Talk.

Going to the kitchen and turning off the stove, Harris poured coffee in the coffee pot and began to set the table, parallel to looking at a daughter who was clearly intrigued.

- I spoke with John. He'd be happy to help, but... In General, specifically to monitor your pious, no one will, we just don't have time for this right now.

- Adri, well, you're a detective, you know, all sorts of things for tricks special.

- And you be the judge, - sarcastically smiled Harris. - If I used my connections and methods before, would know what mom's coming to visit my boyfriend for a long time and would have nailed him. Yes it would have passed even. Although the court would have acquitted me. It would be cool if treason were tried. And that like this bastard. .Change, and then we in homicide are plowing around the clock. Everything. Closing the topic. No work.

Adrian sympathetically smiled at his sister, but then changed drastically in the face.

- Damn this leg I ever killing me. Maybe their relations will help me to get an x-ray queue? You said you have a friend doctor. Like after a broken leg came back to normal, but sometimes like ache... Maybe there is something together, huh?

- Yes do not talk nonsense. You just spend days on the heels, and the load on the spine.

- You and Jane spoke today? Well. Let's eat, okay? I'm very hungry. Go wash your hands.

Sarah nodded in agreement, but Adrian, after seeing his sister's gaze, he continued to set the table.