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“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice tinged with remorse. “I didn’t mean to jinx us.” Honestly, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I knew that Dorothy wasn’t lying when she said she didn’t want to do the embalming, and I really didn’t want to either.
Now we had two bodies to embalm.
“Do you believe me now?” she demanded. “Do you still think I’m foolish for being superstitious?”
I was fully on board with being superstitious now. “I believe you. Please get out of the car because I am going to need your help.”
She gave me one last glare and then opened her door. “Boy, you are going to need more than my help if another body shows up.”
I cringed and stepped back. “About that…”
Dorothy’s jaw dropped, and she slammed her door shut and screamed. “Idiot!”
Dorothy
I freaking knew it. As soon as Rocco had said the Q word, I knew we were going to be screwed. I didn’t think it would be with two bodies in eighteen hours, though.
The faint sound of a video playing echoed from Rocco’s office. I tipped my head to the side, listening carefully. “Oh my god,” I whispered, realization dawning on me.
I shot up from my chair and stormed into Rocco’s office. “Please tell me you are not watching a YouTube video on how to embalm a body.”
Rocco opened the top drawer of his desk and dropped his phone inside. He slammed the drawer shut and shook his head. “No, I was not watching a video on embalming for dummies. I was watching... uh, well, I was just watching a documentary on serial killers.”
I folded my arms over my chest and raised my eyebrow. “Sure, was it the serial killer that liked to embalm all of his victims? Because I’m pretty sure I heard the words formaldehyde and calvarium clamp.”
Rocco shrugged nonchalantly. “I didn’t hear those words.”
“This is ridiculous, Rocco,” I sighed, taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk. “I know how to embalm; I just don’t like doing it. I’ll take care of Mrs. Cruise and Mrs. Ked, but that means you are going to have to do pretty much everything with the families when they come in today and tomorrow.”
“No,” Rocco insisted firmly. “I said I would deal with the bodies, and that is what I am going to do. I just needed a little refreshing.”
Dear god. “Yeah, well, maybe you need a little refreshing, but I’m not willing to risk you and your refreshing on those bodies. The basement is my domain for the next couple of days.” Normally, it was where Imogen shined, but now it was time for me to step up to the plate. “Just know, if I ever even hear you thinking the Q word, I will take a sudden vacation and not come back for a month, you hear me?”
Rocco held up his hands, a small smile playing on his lips. “You will never hear me say or think the Q word ever again.”
I nodded firmly before turning to leave the office.
“Dorothy,” Rocco called after me.
I paused and turned to look at him over my shoulder. “What?”
“Does this mean you are done being mad at me?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
I scrunched my nose thoughtfully, pretending to contemplate his question. “Feed me Brew’s for lunch and then Jackson’s for dinner, and then we can talk about me not being mad at you.”
“You got it,” Rocco replied, a grin spreading across his face.
I nodded in satisfaction, knowing that Brew’s and Jackson’s would be a good start to making amends. As I headed down to the basement, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of determination wash over me. It was going to be a long few days, but at least I knew I had Brew’s and Jackson’s to look forward to. And as for Rocco, well, I was sure I could make him grovel enough to make up for his slip-up with the Q word.
Rocco
I pulled up Google on my computer.
What are Brew’s and Jackson’s in Jackson, California?
Chapter Twelve
Dorothy
