It was another three days before we finally finished interveiwing the relatives and assoicates of the late Seamus Murphy. The only new insight we learned of the batchelours life was that: He was friends of a man by the name of Mirium, he owned three copys of the origain police accadumy movie and he owed his sister twenty euro. In some places that would have been enought to kill him. No one wanted to be remineded of the days that police accamumey movies were funny...
Of course Det. Walsh dissagred with that statement. Or at least i think he dissagreed, he was shaking his head when he mummbled the responce to me. Not for the first time i wondered about my compaion as we sat in the station. His filthy shoes tapped flecks of dirt onto my desk as he struggled to tap at text to his wife. Apperently my murderous glances at my suppiour didnt help him understand that my parents had brought me up to never put my feet above my hips.
Surrendering my clean desk to its new filthy appearal, i glanced arround the offices. The bright green carpet a call back from the birth our nations independence. It gave the room a more earthly look. The wooden desks added to this air. They seamed to sprout out of the ground like the stumps of once great trees. The light filtered thru the blinds and for a moment, i was lost in the illusion. Untill my colleages phone bleated a message recived and the phones and computers and wires and reports all flooded back and reminded me where i was.
