Dirty Devil by Liliana Hart

Author:Liliana Hart
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 7th Press

By the time I drove past St. Paul’s, the last service had long let out, and Reverend Thomas was standing in his garden at the rectory. He watched me pass by, and raised a hand in acknowledgment, and I waved back, trying not to feel guilty for sleeping in with the rest of the heathens.

I breathed a little easier when I turned onto Heresy and the stretch of road before home. It had been more than two hours since I’d left for the grocery store, so I wasn’t surprised to see Jack standing in the front yard when I pulled into the driveway. He was talking to someone in a white van, and I figured it was whoever he’d found to drop him off since he’d taken his unit to maintenance.

It wasn’t until I got out of the car and headed over that I realized it was Doug Carver behind the wheel of the van. Which was a terrifying sight to behold. Doug was just a teenager. He was brilliant. But still a teenager.

The side door of the van opened, and Ben Carver rolled out in his automatic wheelchair with a suitcase on his lap. This was also a terrifying sight to behold.

“I told you I could do it myself,” Carver said.

“He says that a lot,” Doug said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t even bother trying to help him.”

“This is a surprise,” I said, coming up to stand beside Jack. Doug and Carver were pulling bags out of the van like it was moving day.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” I whispered to Jack.

“I have no idea,” he said. “They just pulled up a few minutes ago. Said they came to help.”

“It looks like they’re here to stay forever,” I said.

Jack sighed. “Yeah, about that. Carver mentioned Michelle told him it’d be good to get out of the house for a few days, for his own safety.”

“What about Doug?” I asked. “How’d he fall into this?”

“Not sure,” Jack said. “But Doug’s mother probably needed just as much of a break as Michelle did. The Carver boys take a lot of energy.”

“No worries,” Carver called out. “I can get my bags. I’m just in a wheelchair over here.”

“I thought you didn’t want help,” Jack said, coming to take the bags.

“Of course, I want help. I just don’t want you to ask me if I need help.” Carver turned to look at me. “There’s my favorite coroner. I thought you would’ve left Jack by now. You’re much too good for him. And if you live with Jack he makes you eat your brussels sprouts.”

“I’ve been trying to talk him into getting a dog so I have someone to feed them to,” I said.

I took a good look at Carver and was glad to see he looked more like his old self. Between the cuts and bruises, surgeries and pain killers, it had been hard to see him lying in a hospital bed month after month.

Carver hadn’t been a big man before the accident, but seeing him in the wheelchair almost made him seem dwarfed somehow.

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