Hank stepped out of the shop-front, picking his way over the glass and disturbed merchandise. "Evil, bossy, pushy. Crashes my dates with guys..." Hank trailed off realising what he'd said.
Hank, came the amused voice. You suck.
His lips pressed in response to the spirit woman's commentary. "Shouldn't you be figuring out why Horny was in town?" he muttered.
"Ah-" He cleared his throat, ducking his head. He'd just outed himself to a cop. Twice. "I was Homicide division back in Seattle," Hank gestured to Mick's uniform. "And she's not just a bird. Does that whole Maiden, Mother and Crone thing. It can be a little distracting. She rarely takes no for an answer."