"No need t' thank me. Really," John said around the cigarette in his mouth. He pointed at Harry. "Y' won't be using that staff on me, now would you?"
"Of course not," Harry snorted in a way that clearly said he wasn't an idiot. He followed Eric in, but stayed near the door. "Bad time for you to be in town, though. Just as this murder scene pops up."
"Wasn't actually in town for that," John pointed out as he got a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar.
"Not sure that would stop you," Harry said quietly. He was uncomfortable, but he clamped down on the feeling.