“You’re chipper,” Ishani muttered and Michael arched an eyebrow at her as they got out of the car.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, but you don’t usually smile that much when we’re driving to an active crime scene.”
Michael paused to glance at her. “And you aren’t usually this sour. Is everything alright?”
“Peachy.”
He frowned and watched as she prowled up the steps to the run-down flat. She banged on the front door - harder than she usually did - then when there was no answer, she peered through the window and knocked on that too. He flicked his gaze down the street, noticing a couple of neighbours peeking at them from behind their curtains. They closed them quickly when they caught him watching them.
“I don’t think anyone is home,” he sighed. “We’ll likely have to obtain a warrant.”
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