Your eyes return to It's another one of those late nights.

Lyra blinks as a coffee lands in between her blurry eyes and the computer monitor turning words to smeared mush. "Thought you could use a drink."

She glares as her older brother, Anthony, grins and settles back in his chair. She glances suspiciously at the cup as his smirk widens. "It's safe, I promise. Have I ever steered you wrong?"

"The list is uncountable," Lyra--because she's the only sibling their parents decided to give a quasi-fantasy name to--takes a small sip. It tastes normal. A little more reassured, she glances at Ant (look, if she got stuck with the weird names, she was going to start calling her siblings weird names too) for his reaction, who just shrugs.

"Told you I didn't do anything to it."

"I trust you about as far as I can throw you."

"Better build some muscle, O Sister Mine."

"I hate you."

"Love you too."

"I would very much like to punch you."

"Oohf," Ant tsks, wincing dramatically. He sucks in air through his teeth. He's enjoying this. "Threatening an officer... that isn't a great look, Ly. Especially in a police station."

"I will threaten you with my foot next, dummy."

"Really digging yourself into a hole, there."

"Detective Peyton! Detective Dalton!" You hear called. You and Ant straighten quickly. "Get back to work!"

"Yes, sir!" You both chorus. Ant rolls his chair back to his desk. You're welcome, he mouths. You, generously, refrain from responding.

Your eyes return to the screen, coffee helping the words be clearer. You scroll down as you read the financial statement for the vic--found murdered in the woods near the lake. Killer must've gotten spooked before he could dump her. Until one name jumps out at you. A check deposited in her account.

Robert Dalton.

Your husband.

You're suddenly grateful for the coffee.