Page 24 of Bone’s Choice
“I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?”
“There are a lot of guys working that place, Bone,” he wailed.
“What’d he look like?”
Jackson blinked. “Uh...white guy. Maybe forty. Brown hair. Had a beard.”
“That narrows it the fuck down.”
“I wasn’t memorizing his face. I thought he was giving me a goddamn coffin.”
“He was.”
Jackson looked into the casket. “With a fucking dead guy in it.”
“Everybody back up,” I ordered.
Nobody argued.
I looked at Hose. “Get him into the back room.”
Hose nodded. “Don’t touch anything you don’t have to. I want to know who he is, how he died, and anything else you can figure out.”
“I’m a medic, Bone, not a fucking medical examiner.”
“Today you’re both.”
“Great,” Hose grunted.
“Humpty, help him.”
Humpty sighed. “Why me?”
“Because I said so.”
“Good reason,” he chuckled.
“Bull, Munch, Taco, Dealer. You four get the new coffins loaded.”
Munch stared at me. “Can I get some air first?”
“No.”
He swallowed hard. “Yep. Okay.”
Taco slapped him on the back. “Don’t breathe through your mouth.”
Munch glared at him. “Fuck you.”
Dealer grabbed one end of the cart holding the first outgoing coffin. “Move.”
The guys got to work.
Myth stepped beside me. “I’ll ride back to Milwaukee with Jackson.”
I looked at him. “Good.”
