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Half Past Now

The rest of Greg's shift passed fairly uneventfully. He worked his way through his case, ignoring a couple of incoming calls from Liz. In the last hour before shift he finally accepted a call from Liz, having decided that he would sit down with her and be honest. No amount of stalling was going to bring her husband back to life. They had talked briefly exchanging pleasantries before Liz had invited Greg over for breakfast as soon as his shift was over.

That's how Greg found himself in his car on the way to her house after ending his shift. He followed her instructions and managed to find her home without much difficulty. He settled his badge and gun in his glove compartment, locked it, and started towards the house. The home was small, smaller than he'd expected her to have though he was familiar with the neighborhood and had had a better idea as she was giving him her address. There weren't any toys in the yard, just a scattering of lined up bicycles propped against the side of the house and a couple of balls here or there. The grass was cut short and there were flowers planted in front of the house, he glanced again and realized the home was almost immaculately kept. Even the large, low branched, climbing tree seemed healthy and untarnished.

He made his way to the door and knocked tentatively not feeling comfortable with walking in. There was a time when Liz's home would have felt like his own, even if he'd never been in it, and he wouldn't have bothered knocking. She came to the door looking less disheveled than she had the previous morning, though she didn't exactly look as eloquent as the average housewife. The home was tidy enough, though cluttered. Nothing like the yard. Liz had very obviously just gotten out of the shower but her face still betrayed the worry lines and puffy red eyes.

"Come on in," she invited him, giving him a half smile. "Can I make you something?"

"A coffee would be great," he said, remembering she was a bit of a Java junkie herself. "One sugar, two creams."

"I remember," she said with a nod. "Come on into the kitchen and I'll get the pot on. I made some French toast for the kids this morning before school I'm about to put the leftovers in the freezer, you want some?"

"No," he said awkwardly leaning against the counter. "Liz," he said gently, stopping her by grabbing her arm. "I really think we should talk."

"I'm not sure I want to," she whispered, turning her focus back to the coffee pot. She stared down at it for a few moments before looking back up at him. "You guys found him."

"We did," Greg nodded. He didn't have to say any more, if he was okay he'd have been delivered home or she'd been escorted to the hospital immediately. They both knew that much. "I'm so sorry. It looks as though he's been murdered."

"Murdered?" She asked, trying to force herself to have composure. She was feeling so many things. "How? Do you know what happened yet?"

"Not yet," Greg said gently. "We have a wealth of evidence though. We'll catch whoever did it."

"Good," she said, swallowing hard before tears started to fall. "You're sure it's him?"

"Yes," Greg admitted.

"I can't believe it."