"Oh, fine. Just fine." Danny was glad she hadn't pressed him. And yet, there he was a moment later, talking about the lab computers. At least duck sounds were better than dead bodies.
"That's a new one. Did you put in a ticket?" she asked, eyebrows arched, already knowing what the answer would be.
Danny took a sip of her beer but didn't comment on the growing row of empties the bartender had yet to clear away. It wasn't uncommon to see a co-worker drowning their sorrows. She'd been there herself.