I see you’ve been watching the news today.” Carter’s face loomed over him like that of the Great and Powerful Oz, or perhaps his mortal cousin. He looked his age, the lines showing in a black frown deeply graven into his features. He sat behind his desk, his suit different but rumpled once again.
“I just did,” said Gray with a nod. He didn’t like seeing Carter angry, or whatever it was. It had been maybe twice in the three years he’d been with the department, and it never meant anything even remotely good. “They drag you in early?”
“They did.” Carter reached for a coffee mug sitting on the desk next to him. “You can imagine why.”
“Yeah.” Gray shook his head. “They aren’t blaming us, are they?”
“Not at all,” said Carter. “But they’re probably roasting Jack Marowitz in the morgue incinerator. You know that computer I found?”