Getting through the neighborhood blocks between the small townhouse she woke up in and the apartment building Harry had directed her to had been educational. Murphy was glad that Harry had told her about the head shot. It had come in handy more than once, but after a while her path cleared up. Bob's helping hands must have come through. She didn't take it for granted, but made the best of it.
When she entered the building it was with her gun drawn but held at the ready instead of pointed. That was when she saw him, pacing like she's seen him do a thousand times before. Images of the deck of the Waterbeetle flashed in her vision for a moment, blood splattered against the cabin wall and on the rail. She shook her head quickly and stared.