Barry raised his hand, “Can I say something here?”
Erin felt her stomach knot. She knew that if Barr y said anything about what was going on, that they would likely be kicked out or put in jail. “He’s not talking to you, Barry!” Erin said through clenched teeth.
“Actually,” O’Malley said, “I’m talking to both of you. And if it will help us get to the bottom of this before I die, then yes Barry, please say something.”
“Yeah, and thank you, detective!” Barry glanced over at Erin and gave her a smug look. He had the urge to stick his tongue out at Erin, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked Detective O’Malley straight in the eye and said, “Erin’s friend hears things that haven’t happened yet, and she heard the woman being murdered yesterday. That’s how we know that it’s going to happen today.”
O’Malley’s mouth could not have dropped open any farther or any faster than it did. He stared at Barry for what seemed to be the longest time before sitting back in his chair and rubbing his face in his hands. He was saying something in his hands in a very low voice, but neither Erin nor Barry could hear exactly what it was. Eventually, he sat back up in his chair and looked, once again at Barry. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. He looked at Erin and asked, “I’m going to assume that you’re the sensible one on that side of the desk. I’ve had a long day which had been preceded by a very long career, so please understand that this next question comes directly from the bottom of my heart,” O’Malley took a deep breath and then asked, “Is he serious?”
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