"What?" Murphy responded, looking up and glancing around to see who had spoken. It was only then that she realized that the voice was inside her head.
Now her head was positively throbbing. That voice did NOT belong in there.
Since she hadn't ever met Harry's bodyguard, she didn't get the significance of the image of Phaedra that he'd sent through.
She frowned. Someone-or something was in her fucking head. She had to stop herself from just pulling out her gun and attempting to shoot the guy who'd intruded on her crime scene. She was pretty sure it was him, but she didn't kill people unless she was damn sure that they... well, weren't people.
Get. Out. she pushed the thought back in the direction of the person who was playing around in her thoughts.