Relight My Fire by C. K. McDonnell

Author:C. K. McDonnell [McDonnell, C. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Urban, Contemporary, Humorous, Crime, General, Mystery & Detective
ISBN: 9781529917604
Google: DpC7EAAAQBAJ
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2024-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

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Doug pulled the van into his usual parking spot on Arrowfield Road and stopped. Blake and Marsh had made a big deal about never parking in the same place twice and all that, but they weren’t the ones having to shift a dead body back into the van. Sure, he had the trolley, but it was still a bloody tough job. People didn’t talk about dead weight for nothing.

That was always the way, though – the ‘talent’ didn’t give a crap about how awkward or otherwise it was for the grunts to do their bidding. They just wanted you to get it done. He was out here, night after night, all weathers, in the wee small hours and nobody gave a monkey’s. He said ‘on his own’ but Kitty, the bloody cat, insisted on coming. He was sitting there now in the passenger seat, looking up at him, waiting to be released. Doug didn’t know what he got up to out there in the dark on these nights and he didn’t want to know.

He opened the door and without so much as a by your leave, Kitty hopped out and disappeared into the darkness.

‘You’d better be there if I need you,’ said Doug, towards the last known sighting of the little psychopath.

He got out of the van and stretched out his back. At least the gap in the fence was still there. He could, and would, make a new one if he had to, but it would just be additional hassle. He made his way around to the back of the van and loaded up the trolley. To be fair, seeing as some of the kit was a bit magical and that, it wasn’t as much hassle as it could have been. It made what would’ve been at least a two-man job that would take most of the night into just a really awkward one-man job that took half of the night. He finished loading the big chest onto the trolley, picked up his crowbar, locked up the van and headed off.

The trolley more or less drove itself, Doug just needed to be there to direct it. These days, he knew the grid locations of Southern Cemetery off by heart, so he knew where he was headed without needing the assistance of a map. The torch was on mainly to make sure he wasn’t walking into any particularly muddy bits. That and, as he’d discovered on one of his first nights doing this, you had to keep an eye out for graves that had been dug for use the next day. There was that time he’d ended up having to call Blake to help him get the bloody chest out of the hole it’d fallen into. He’d still not heard the end of that one.

Previously, Doug had done Blackley, Agecroft and Bury cemeteries, but they were a lot smaller, which made them more awkward to get in and out of. Sure, he had a considerable advantage in that area, but it still helped to have a bit more space.

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