Murphy finally holstered her gun, gesturing in a vaguely exasperated manner with her empty hands before she crossed her arms beneath her bust. Or, whatever bust she had. "I saw the blood spatter with my own eyes, Harry," she said. "Are you telling me you didn't get sniped and fall into Lake Michigan?"
Sniped. Murphy let out a derisive snort. Who did she knew who could snipe a man out of nowhere? If Jared was behind this, he was dead. Dead.
"So you and Legs, huh?" she said, not knowing what else to say, and figuring it was better just to rip of the band-aid. "How long have you been holed up here? And where the hell are we, anyway?"