“Impatient?”
“In a hurry.”
“You always need that stuff to wake you?”
No, having two of the best-looking guys I knew in my bedroom had pretty much taken care of getting my pulse moving. Not that I was going to tel either of them that. I shoved the pot back under the stream of coffee and cupped my half-ful mug in my hands.
“You never answered me about the omelets,” he said, stil grinning at me over the door of the fridge.
“What’s with you and cooking?”
He shrugged. “I live alone and I don’t like eating junk.”
Well, at least he didn’t say he serves the Winter Queen breakfast in bed every morning. I also lived alone—when Falin wasn’t randomly inviting himself into my house—but I’d never gotten into the cooking thing. Of course, eating junk tended to be cheaper, and that was a factor too. The only reason I had eggs in the house was because I’d had a craving for brownies last weekend and the supermarket didn’t sel just two eggs.
“So yes or no on breakfast?”
I glanced at the afternoon light streaming into the room.
Not exactly breakfast time anymore. But I wasn’t going to pass up real food.
“Breakfast,” I agreed.
I walked PC and showered while Falin cooked. Then, after our afternoon breakfast, I paid a visit downstairs.
Caleb was unhappy that Falin was stil in the house, but he told me Hol y had been released from the hospital—and then promptly reported to work. He swore he hadn’t felt any effects of the spel , but I stil sensed the crystal-armored dormant spel where the ravens had scratched him. By the time Falin got out of the shower I’d brewed a second pot of time Falin got out of the shower I’d brewed a second pot of coffee and was pacing around my apartment as I mul ed over the case.
“I know that look,” he said as he towel-dried his hair.
“You feel like you’ve got a dozen pieces of the puzzle but not only do they not seem to fit together, they don’t even seem to reflect parts of the same picture.”
“Yeah, that sums it up.” I set my mug down on the counter.
My mind kept circling back to what Death had said, or real y, what he’d not said. I was sure he meant the constructs when he mentioned where else I’d seen souls, but he’d made me go through al that bit about the end of life first. Or, put another way, the cause of death. I grabbed my purse off the counter. “I’m going to head to the morgue a little early. I want to test a theory.”
Falin returned the towel to the bathroom. “Okay, I’l be ready in five.”
I stopped halfway to the door. “I don’t think you should go with me.” After al , John hadn’t had the greatest reaction to my showing up with Falin at the crime scene.
“What if the constructs attack again?”
“If they get inside Central Precinct, past the wards, the guards, al the cops, and down to the morgue, I’m pretty sure I’m screwed. Even if you were there, I think it’s a safe bet we’d al die.”
Falin dropped me off at Central Precinct. I wasn’t thriled about his driving around in my car, but he hadn’t replaced his after it was totaled a month ago, and he needed wheels to work the case. Besides, I wouldn’t be able to drive after I raised the shade—if Rianna and I managed to do it—so it made sense for him to take the car.
After I passed through security and signed in with the attendant in her fishbowl office, I clipped on my visitor badge and headed down to the morgue in the subterranean levels of Central Precinct. Halogen bulbs lit the unadorned levels of Central Precinct. Halogen bulbs lit the unadorned corridors, making the underground hal s bright, if not cheery. I hadn’t asked which medical examiners were working this afternoon. Considering that Tamara had been at the crime scene most of the night, I assumed it wouldn’t be her, so I was surprised when I ran into her outside the coroner’s office.
“I was already on the schedule,” she said, covering a yawn with the back of her hand. “So what’s happening? It best not be another emergency because I get off at seven and I swear if I don’t make it home to my bed and sleep through the entire night there wil be hel to pay.”
“No emergency this time. Remember when we were at lunch the other day and you mentioned that you had several bodies in the freezer that you couldn’t find a cause of death for? Did you ever find one?”
She blew air through her teeth and pushed open the door to the autopsy room with al its stainless-steel gurneys and scary-looking medical equipment. “No, and now I have more of them. Why? You think you know?”