She pulled it out of her purse. “Murphy.”Duncan: “Jesus Christ. Every time you pick up the phone you sound worse than the last time.”She silently cursed his perceptive ear. “Need to crash in my own bed.”“You sure that’s all?”“Let’s not go there right now.”“That dick Winter give you a hard time? Something else going on?”She appreciated Duncan’s concern, but wasn’t ready to spill her guts about anything personal. They didn’t know each other well enough. “Winter was a jerk. I gave him what I had and hit the road. Throwing my stuff in the Jeep right now.” She slammed the back gate and walked around to the driver’s door. Opened it, got in, shut the door. “Please tell me I can head back to the cop shop. I already checked out of the hotel.”“Go straight home. Catch up on your Z’s. Drag your butt into the station house tomorrow. You put in your eight and then some.”She leaned her head back in the car seat. “Thanks.”“For the record, Potato Head, Winter said you put together a real nice package for him.
