But stealing a body right out of an Emergency Room on a Saturday night was pushing it, even for him. “Sir, what are we doing? I know you said the ambulance brought your cousin here, but they're never gonna release the body just like that.”
“Come on, Bobby. Where's your sense of adventure?” He turned that brilliant, charming smile on her, which always meant he was about to get her into a shit-load of trouble.
Though the stairwell was deserted, they were both whispering. The space had the echoing quality of old concrete. “Y'know, when I signed on to study history with you, I always figured the dead people I'd be helping you investigate would at least have been buried first.”
As she followed Dr. Kedward out into the E.R., she saw more flaking green concrete walls near this quieter end and a few doors - a custodian's closet, a supply room and a handicapped access toilet.
“Don't tell me you've never considered a bit of grave robbery in your wildest Indiana Jones fantasies,” he said. He swore quietly in Russian when a tired-looking nurse appeared, a familiar phrase that she assumed was rude because he would never translate it for her.
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