I actually liked that idea a lot.
But…
“That’s not feasible for Sage,” I admitted. “She needs more help.”
Sage winced. “I…”
“Need more help,” I pushed. “Let’s not give up quite yet, okay?”
Odin sighed. “I hate interviewing.”
“Me, too.” Sage groaned.
“Then let me figure that out,” I said. “I’m not altogether against continuing the search. We’ll just make sure we find the right person this time.”
Odin sighed. “It’s more fun to work with dead people.”
I laughed. “You’re so full of shit.”
Odin shrugged. “Maybe.”
Sage glanced outside, her face darkening. “Is that all it ever does here?”
We all looked out to where she was glaring and saw the snow falling heavily. “According to the locals, yes.”
All three of us grimaced.
None of us were “locals.”
We were all from the South where it never snowed.
Being here was definitely a shock.
“It’s time to go,” I said. “I need to stop for gas, and I’m dying to dive into a C-Drama.”
“You and those C-Dramas,” Sage said. “You got me hooked on Pursuit of Jade, and now I’m knee deep in live-in husbands. Do you think Gentry would be willing to be a live-in husband?”
“You never know if you don’t ask!” I laughed as I grabbed Hux’s jacket from the hook and shoved it into place.
My hands touched on the skinning knife that I’d yet to take out.
I gave it a squeeze and let it go, then shoved my phone, keys, and a cookie I’d been given by a patient into the other.
Sage and I walked to the door together as Odin said his goodbyes and walked next door to the morgue.
“So, what are the odds that Chan is actually sick?” Sage asked as she got to her car.
The snow fell into her hair and stuck.
I felt the snow falling into my own hair and said, “I’ll bet he knew he was about to be fired and decided to delay it. Maybe hoping our tempers would cool over the weekend.”
“Doubtful,” she said. “Now, I’m headed to go watch Yan Zheng.”
I giggled as I got into my truck and started it up.
I shivered as I cursed the damn thing for not starting up earlier.
Something was wrong with it, I was sure.