Chapter 7

And there’s Taylor, leaning against the side of the hearse with his shirt untucked and his tie loosened, as if he just got off a long night of work. Since my phone doesn’t buzz, I know he isn’t texting me to see where I’m at. Which means he’s goofing off.

I park across the street, and even from here, I can see the wrinkles creasing his pants. He may think he looks cool, with his head full of wavy blond hair he keeps swinging out of his puppy brown eyes, but he’s going to have to shape up if he wants to make it in this business. I don’t care if Eckert’s is the only funeral home in Ashbury and he can’t intern anywhere else for his last year of community college. I’m close to firing him for showing up at a removal so damn disheveled.

He’s playing with his iPhone when I get out of the car, and it holds his attention until I’m practically standing right in front of him. Then he gives me that smarmy grin of his I’m sure the girls all swoon over as he pockets the phone. “Mr. Eckert, hey.”