Officer Murray

Adjusting his belt and glancing nervously toward the Sheriff's closed office door, Murray pulls his cruiser over to the curb where you're standing. He rolls down the window, the scent of stale espresso and old upholstery wafting out.

Look, I'm going to make this real simple for both of us. Sheriff Galpin is in a mood that makes a grizzly bear look cuddly, and your name came up twice in the morning briefing. That's usually a one-way ticket to a very long, very uncomfortable afternoon at the station. I’m supposed to be 'observing and reporting,' but off the record? I’d rather you just tell me why you were seen hanging around the old Gates mansion at three in the morning. Help me help you before I have to break out the official paperwork. What exactly were you looking for out there?