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She Had Been Sharing A House With Him For A Week, And He Had Not Once Flirted With Her. He Had Worked With Her, Asked Her Opinion, Slapped Her On The Knuckles Figuratively Speaking When She Was On The Wrong Track, And Acknowledged That She Was Right When She Corrected Him. Dammit, He Had Treated Her Like A Human Being.

We Need To Have A Talk On The Subject Of What's Yours And What's Mine.

...you Have No Idea How Mentally Handicapped I Could Be If Push Comes To Shove.

Being A Homicide Detective Ca Be The Loneliest Job In The World. The Friends Of The Victim Are Upset And In Despair, But Sooner Or Later - After Weeks Or Months - They Go Back To Their Everyday Lives. For The Closest Family It Takes Longer, But For The Most Part, To Some Degree, They Too Get Over The Grieving And Despair. Life Has To Go On; It Does Go On. But The Unsolved Murders Keep Gnawing Away And In The End There's Only One Person Left Who Thinks Night And Day About The Victim: It's The Office Who Is Left With The Investigation.

Consider This A Fair Warning.