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"All right" Callie saw that herthrough them, obviously overwhelmed Her eyes were vacant Sherlock realized it at the same moment She and Callie each took one of her arms, and half carried her over to a bench "You sit down, Mrs Califano I don’t want you to worry about anything right now Your daughter will stay with you"

Margaret raised her head "But he’s dead, , nothing at all"

"I know Put your head down, ma’am, and breathe nice slow deep breaths Just like that" Sherlock nodded to Callie "You try not to worry either Take care of yourhouse, we’ll cohter

Callie said, "My mother would really like a cup of tea"

"No problem," said Captain Halloway "If your o upstairs to aret Califano’s arm and led her to the elevator

"I’ll be up in a moment, Mother" Callie turned to Sherlock "I’ve never seen her like this before in aret Califano as the elevator doors slid shut, "It’s tough for a child to see a parent fall apart like that, I know And how are you holding up, Ms Markham?"

"Call me Callie I’ent Sherlock, for getting the house for o to this house in Colfax My mother has four very close women friends ill stick close to her if you let them, provide her all the support she’ll need They’ll be a real comfort to her

"I think it would be better that I stay here, keep busy, ith you to find out who killed my stepfather Of course I’ll stay at a hotel, maybe under a different name, so the media won’t bother me"

"No way, Ms Markha to Savich, and he spoke without even looking at her

"My mother needs protection and comfort and support, I don’t Actually, I think I’d like to have the media find me"

Ben said, "Nobody but an idiot wants to deal with the media"

Callie drew a deep breath, fanned her hands in front of her "I thought you would have known The thing is, I’m one of them"

"What does that mean?"

"It means, Detective Raven, that you knoas Justice Califano’s stepdaughter, but you haven’t bothered to check out what I do for a living I’ton Post I’ tireed, "what alht a reporter jerk in bed with another reporter jerk and you’re the third reporter in this triad?"

"Hey, another good save You didn’t call me a jerk"

"The boot doesn’t fit just yet Dao sit down in one our pri as it’s waro talk But I want sohed Officer Nancy Kreider said, "Personally, I’d kill for some coffee"

"That would be okay, too," Callie said, then felt a rush of misery She cleared her throat, aware that they were all looking at her "The thing is my stepfather believed coffee is the first cousin to evil tobacco and wouldn’t let it through the front door I once brought a ther it on the sly"

Officer Kreider patted her ar it to the interview roos out of her purse "Dillon wouldn’t exactly call coffee a first cousin to evil tobacco, but close enough Could we have some hot water?"

Callie walked down a corridor of dirty linoleu puddles here and there where the linoleu that a Justice of the Supreled, and they were talking about coffee There weren’t a whole lot of people around, cops or otherwise She thought this was odd until she realized it was Saturday