"So, are you going to the hospital or station first?" Susan asked, her eyes drifting once more to the dead body of Modred sprawled on the floor, her mind already racing ahead to logistics—how they would dispose of him properly, how cleanly this could be done.
Should she call in the cavalry?
"Hospital of course… my uncle should cool his heels some more in the cells… because really they are the best confinement he would ever experience…" Gianna's voice was light—almost airy—but no one in the room would dare confuse that tone for anything but sarcastic venom wrapped in silk.
"I need to see my mom… maybe the few I enlisted, their presence can go ahead to the station…"
"No, you will still need someone to follow you to the hospital… we don't know how loyal the assistant is, or if the other club members had gotten to him…"
