Chapter 93

“How, Boss?”

Did he have to think of everything? He thought wistfully of Deuce, who at least had some initiative, then put the hitman out of his mind. “They have to use the restroom at some point. Grab them then.”

18

TIM AND CRIS arrived at Canis and Sons Funeral Home just after two, and Tim jammed on the brakes of the ’66 Corvette Cris had had remodeled for his thirtieth birthday.

“Jesus,” Cris exclaimed. “What are all these cars doing here?”

“I’ve got no idea. There should only be maybe three cars, four tops.” Tim managed to find a parking space, and fortunately, the Vette was small enough to fit into it. He turned off the ignition, and they walked to the funeral home.

The door greeter, dressed in a somber suit, met them at the door. “Mr. Weber? I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t realize you’d stepped out.”

“I’m not Tom.” Tim understood the confusion. He got that a lot. He and Tom Weber looked more like twins than Tom and his twin sister.