Harry's face went solemn when she mentioned the police deaths. He wouldn't consider them suicides, not yet. Not now. Not until he was in possession of all the facts.
Then she changed gears, and Harry's mind tripped up, thinking of the feel pf Phaedra's arms, the strength of her body, the way her hair shimmered as she--
He shook his head, hard, and followed it up with a slap to the face. "Um. I was looking into something here myself. With... well, with Phae. Just a little something odd going on, you know, thought it was the same issue as that last time..." He coughed a bit, blushing furiously. "Well.... it is. But now exactly the same, see, I checked all the seat covers, went through the whole place, but it's just not focused anywhere, not on anywhere, just... everywhere. I couldn't locate a single damn source for anything but the freaking Gates, and... and..." Harry let out his breath, partly a sigh, but more inclined to a whine.