"No." Rachel frowned. "I didn't think of that. I just came here and asked to speak to whomever was in charge. Do you think I should speak to Michael Kellerman?"

"What do you know about Det. Kellerman? You aren't related to him, by any chance?"

"I don't know much at all, just what I read in the paper. Of course I'm not related to him. He's Irish and I'm Jewish. Of course we're not related." Rachel laughed.

Pembelton dismissed Rachel naivete, and moved on. "Do you have any relatives that are cops or work in some capacity related to the police department, Rachel?"

"No. My dad's a tax attorney and my mom is a librarian. And none of my other family live in Baltimore. My parents moved here when they got married."

"I see. Going back to Det. Kellerman. Did you see a picture of him in the newspaper? Do you think he's a good-looking man?"

Rachel's eyes moved up and to the right, showing that she was thinking back, trying to remember. "Yeah, I guess he's kind of cute. He's no Brad Pitt, of course, and he's like ages older than me, but I guess he's cute."

The group behind the mirror broke up with laughter. Meldrick slapped Kellerman on the back as he wheezed.

Munch raised his eyebrows and said, "I should be taking notes. This girl has killer material."

"Maybe you have a little crush on Det. Kellerman," Pembleton suggested.

"No, I have a crush on Brad Pitt. God, that man is hot. Did you see him without his shirt on in Thelma & Louise?" She sighed happily.

"Right. Um, so, the newspapers. Why didn't you go to the newspaper to tell your story?"

"What would be the point of that? They already know the story. What could I have added?"

Pembleton's brow tightened for a moment. He was getting precisely nowhere. Rachel had an answer for everything. It was time to play hardball.

"Rachel, I'm going to be honest with you. I don't think you saw Mahoney raising his gun to shoot Det. Lewis. I think you must have incorporated it into what you think you saw after you read about it in the newspaper," Pembleton said in a reasonable voice.

"I was watching pretty carefully. I know what I saw. I can tell if someone's about to drop a gun or raise it."

"Do you like guns? Read about them much?"

"All girls like guns. Well, except for liberals and lesbians. It's a phallic symbol, so naturally everyone who likes phalluses likes guns. Why do you think men like their guns so much?" Rachel grinned. She didn't know what sort of weird discussion this was, but it was always fun to talk about hot guys and sex.

Laughter broke out again behind the mirror.

"Howard, you care to comment on this young lady's theory regarding women and guns?" Munch said.

"Yeah, Sarge," Bayliss said.

"Knock it off, or I'll make you go back to your desks," Kay said. "I'm sure most of you have reports to finish."