“Ray?”

Ray looked up from a pile of paperwork from the County. He wasn’t in the mood for anything Carl Klein was about to tell him.

“What?”
“We got one that won’t burn.”
Ray’s family had owned the Vanderbosh Funeral Parlor since 1967. He was 35, and had had bigger dreams than running his family’s business—but here he was:
“The Bormann woman?” he sighed, getting up.
Carl nodded. He was probably in his early sixties, but it was hard to tell. He was rake thin and had been in charge of running the crematory since Ray had been young. “Okay, let’s go see the lady.”

. . .

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