Maybe Cho would be devastated when Danny left. Maybe Danny would enjoy that devastation. Maybe he wouldn’t. He didn’t know anymore. He didn’t know what he wanted. But he didn’t want any of it to end. Not yet. He wanted Cho for just a little longer. Just a little longer.
He tried to shake those thoughts away when he entered the morgue the next morning, wearing the stealth suit but walking in with the mask off and the rest visible. “Hey, Andre,” he said as he started to gather the clothes he’d left there last night.
Andre was showered and dressed in fresh clothes himself, but he looked like he hadn’t slept. Wearing a frown as he sat in his customary roller chair, he kept his arms crossed until Danny looked at him.
Danny hadleft his phone behind. Maybe Andre had answered it. Maybe John or Stella had gotten a hold of him some other way. At least Lynn didn’t appear to be around. It was Saturday after all.