Page 45 of Fire and Bones

“I really am intrigued.”

“Get some shut-eye.”

“Are you on-air tomorrow?”

Doyle nodded. “The news rests for no man. Or woman. As a matter of fact, it’s time I go to the station now.”

I’d just crawled under the covers when the dreaded, though not unexpected, phone call came.

CHAPTER 11

Before she spoke, I knew Thacker’s ask.

“Tempe, I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Not at all.”

“I won’t keep you up.”

That was for damn sure.

“I have potential IDs for the Foggy Bottom DOAs. My investigators have requested dental records and alerted family members of the need for DNA samples. Hopefully, the dentals will arrive within the next twenty-four hours.”

“I understand there may be foreign nationals in the mix.”

“Yes.” A note of surprise that I knew that? “Autopsies will begin first thing Tuesday morning. I hope you can attend. Visual IDs will not be possible.”

Crap!

“Of course.”

Thus died my last lingering hope of recouping a sliver of the holiday weekend to spend with Ryan.

With a sigh nearly as dramatic as Burgos’s, I disconnected and hit speed dial.

Ryan picked up with his usual cheery salutation.

“Ma chérie. What a lovely surprise. I figured you’d be asleep by now.”

“I’m in bed and about to turn off the light.”

“What are you wearing? Is it that lacey—”

“I’m in a UNCC tee and plaid boxers.”

“Très sexy.”

The guy never changed. I loved that about him.

“Thanks.”

“Will you model your chic ensemble for me tomorrow?”

“Ryan, somethi—”

“I’ve cleared my schedule for the entire week. How about I take the dawn flight to DC tomorrow, then we set off for Savannah together? Road trip! You can be Thelma, I’ll be Louise.”

“They were both women.”