Our eyes met across the squad room as Bobby entered from the elevators.
"Did you catch Monroy at his gym?" I asked. We'd been trying to interview him for three days. Bobby had camped out early to intercept him.
"Yes, but he spent Sunday night at Mount Sinai's emergency room. His daughter had an asthma attack." He set down his binder.
"How convenient. Let's check the hospital records for their time in and out," I said. "To me, he looks good for the murder." I took a sip of my tea.
"I already called-" Bobby began, but then came around to my side. "You, um, your..."
His fingers flexed, and then he touched the back of my neck.
"What're you doing?"
"The tag was sticking out of your sweater." He patted my back.
"Nobody said a thing all morning! Thanks."
He smiled that little Goren smile I hadn't seen in a long time.