The Sunday evening plans I wouldn't break for Cole involved a light bout of B&E at our local neighborhood morgue.
To be fair, I would have told my brother but his phone kept going to voicemail and when I went back to Demon Club to find him, Kane was surprised that I wasn't with him, given Ari had gone off to do something around the investigation. I didn't need to be in charge but his refusal to even treat me as an equal was going to end up biting him in the ass when I cracked this case first. The look on both his face and Mandelbutt's would be worth savoring.
And capturing in photo form for multiple viewings and possibly a Hanukkah card.
A few hours later, I drove past the row of buildings comprising the large Vancouver General Hospital complex in mid-town, parking the car around the corner from the entrance to the emergency ward. I tucked my key inside my bra under the nurse's scrubs I'd purchased after leaving Cole, and put a fake employee lanyard around my neck.