A/N: This was the first story I worked on to get out of a years-long writing hiatus. And yes, there is a prequel to this story which I will post at a later date.

"It's an open and shut case." I told Harry the moment we stepped into the apartment. "Scott Nichols came home, had an argument with his wife, and apparently got pissed off enough to kill her. Then, when he realized what he did, he went insane with guilt."

"How did he kill her?" Harry carefully walked the perimeter of the apartment, his dark eyes darting here and there.

"Stabbed with a kitchen knife." I picked my way through the blood spatters and broken furniture littering the floor. It was just as messy when we left, and the police tape was still intact over the door. "It's already been bagged and tagged. Only prints found were Nichols' and his wife's. Like I said, open and shut case."

"But you don't think so."

"They're too clean." I gestured at the debris surrounding us. "If you had a fight as messy as this, I'd expect a lot more cuts and bruises. There's too much blood all over the place and Nichols didn't have a scratch on him."

"And your fellow cops?"

"BPD may have cleaned up its act recently, but there're still some bad apples around."

"Ah." Harry crouched down to inspect a blood spatter. "That still isn't why you hired me for."

I grinned at the wizard. "What if I just wanted a second opinion. One that I could trust?"

Harry gave me a look. "You've been doing this since you were a kid. And you learned it from the best. If you wanted a second opinion, why didn't you ask him?"

I held up my hands in surrender. No need to ask who he was referring to. Bruce still holds the title of World's Greatest Detective. "Okay, okay. I had Oracle do a little research. Turns out Nichols has a brother named Peter. Young. Runs with a bad crowd. And," I met his gaze squarely, "a member of the Paranet."

"Stars and stones." Harry sighed audibly and nodded. He rose to his feet and went to the door. "Come on."

I turned and followed him. "Where are we going?"

"To St. Jude's."

"Why?"

"There were four people in the apartment that night. And Scott Nichols is our only available witness."

For a moment, I could only stare at his retreating back before I ran to catch up to him. We were in my car and on the way to Nichols' hospital before I asked him, "How are you going to get the information out of him?"

Harry simply grinned. "Magic."