Page 158 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

He lifted a brow and lowered his voice.

“Is this woo-woo stuff?” he asked. “Wink-wink. Nudge-nudge?”

She laughed.

He was either three days past tired or he lost his mind. Bishop wasn’t sure which.

“Uh, no. Wrong Monroe and wrong Littlemoon,” she admitted. “We have her phone, and I need to get into it. We found out that she was seeing Doctor Kenyon for something. We think post-partum depression, so we want to get into her phone to look around.”

He stared at her.

Then, he shocked them both.

“Sure. I’ll get her.”

Honor and Bishop both stared at each other. This was definitely not what they expected to go down. They expected a little pushback, where they had to do the dance to get what they wanted.

Someone was beyond tired.

“Legit?” Honor asked.

He nodded.

Bodhi was to the point.

“She was my friend. I want to help you, and I know you’re good for the warrant to make this above board. I’ll get her. Do you want to see her, or do you want just her hand?” he asked. “I’m assuming a fingerprint, because face ID…”

Yeah, they knew that wasn’t possible.

Not only had they been on the original scene, but they knew it was a GSW to the head. Wynter was NOT going to look the same after laying in a morgue.

They could bet on that.

“I want to say goodbye,” Bishop said. “I know we were called to the scene, but she was my friend,” she said, tears filling her eyes.

Immediately, Honor stood in solidarity because Wynter was her friend, too.

“We both need this.”

Bodhi stood, and he was sympathetic.

How could he not be?

When his mom died, even though he’d found her, he’d wanted that last goodbye too. For some reason, it helped to be able to say goodbye.

“No worries, Detectives. I’ll get her for you.”

Thank.

Freaking.

God.

They both owed Bodhi one.

With that, he headed into the cooler and wheeled her out on the morgue table. When he did, she was already in a bag, ready to go to the funeral home.

“Moving quick, Doc?” Honor asked.