Brady shook his head. “I don’t know. I got him to focus on last night’s intruders, but that’ll only distract him for a little while. You’re an eyewitness. He’s practically drooling, he wants you so bad.”
“Will he give you a hard time if you don’t take me in?”
“What does it matter?”
That meant yes.
“So I’ll go in. Problem solved.”
His simple declaration had Brady stopping in mid-reach for his fly. He gaped at Cole, his mistrust shining in his eyes.
“Did you forget you’re dead? Dead men don’t make the most reliable witnesses.”
“How do you think vampires manage in the real world?” Cole countered. “Especially in a digital age? Do you have any idea how easy it is to create a fake identity for ourselves?”
“There wasn’t any ID in your clothes the other night.”
He should have known Brady would go through them. “I don’t carry it all the time. Only when I think I might need it. I can go out tonight and get it while you rest.”