Oh my gosh, my writing style is so inconsistent.
1.10 Judgement
Sir Lionel
"Bye, Judge."
Harry went to stand by the river, overwhelmed with her emotions. As Dempsey came to stand beside her she rounded on him. "'Evening Judge? Goodbye Judge?'" she sneered. Dempsey just looked at her. "When you know a high court judge personally, then it's possible, just possible to address them as 'sir' whoever-he-is." She wasn't angry about that really, and she knew that very well. Dempsey may have used the wrong word in there but he had been surprisingly respectful
She was angry because a woman in the prime of her life could be raped and murdered within hours of Harry seeing her, and yet Harry had no idea how to find the person responsible. She was angry because her best friend was dead and no amount of police work would bring her back. She was angry because it was easier to express than the sharp, acidic aching in her chest.
To his credit, Dempsey remained relatively calm, managing to keep himself under control for both of their sakes. His frustration at the event was focused on the man he saw as obstructing their investigation, their attempts to right the wrong as far as could be possible.
"She was my best friend! For god's sake, why can't you understand that, you stupid bastard?" For a long moment Harry glared at Dempsey, and he watched as she crumpled, all the fight leaving her. Maybe it had been insensitive to refer to her best friend as a corpse, but he wanted to catch the person who had done it. He wanted to help Makepeace get over the ordeal.
Harry began to sob, the pain overwhelming her embarrassment. Dempsey watched, conflicted between a desire to run far far away and a desire to hold her until she smiled. Not knowing whether Harry would want him to touch her at all made him hesitate, but in the end he put his arms around her gingerly. Nothing he could say would make it better, so he said nothing, just let her cry against his chest in the dark and stroked her blond hair gently with one hand.