Page 120 of Bone’s Choice

“And?”

“Then a few days later, your guy comes in asking about a coffin nobody knows anything about.”

I looked at the phone. “You see the coffin?”

“Yes.”

That got my attention. “When?”

“The morning it went out.”

“With Jackson?”

“I didn’t know his name then, but yeah. I saw it getting loaded.”

“You know where it came from?”

“No.”

“You work at the fucking facility.”

“I know.”

“So how does a coffin appear without anybody knowing where it came from?”

“I don’t know.”

I leaned forward. “That’s not a good enough answer.”

“It’s the only one I’ve got.”

I rubbed my hand over my beard. “Was it unloaded from another truck?”

“Not that I saw.”

“Did it come through receiving?”

“I checked.”

Every head at the table turned toward the phone. “You checked?”

“After your guy came asking questions. I went through what I could.”

“And?”

“There isn’t anything.”

“No receiving record?”

“No.”

“No truck?”

“No.”

“No transfer?”

“No.”