Harry's House, short of sunrise
The car ride was quiet, at least from Eric's point of view. His mind was a million miles away. He patted Mouse's head when he stuck it over the front seat. He watched the Chicago at night pass. When Harry parked the car, he climbed out and pulled his seat forward for the dog's exit. He didn't bother grabbing the leash he dragged from his collar.
He waited until he was at the door to ask. "What did Murphy find?"