CHAPTER 25
FORTUNATELY, THE FIRST member of staff I saw was Dr. Beech, my favourite death-certificate-signing, press-conference-holding ER doctor.
“Hey, Doc.”
“Hi, Emerson. You’re looking in remarkably good health for a corpse.” He laughed at his own joke. “Great funeral, by the way. Bradley really pushed the boat out. Even had a live band at the wake. It was a shame you missed it.”
Fucking Bradley. Honestly, he’d use anything as an excuse for a party. I needed to have a word with him.
“It might have looked odd if I’d turned up, don’t you think?”
“Oh. Yes, I guess it would.”
“I’ve got two people who need to be checked out. Can you help? The receptionist out there’s convinced I’m dead, and she’s acting like Cerberus. f**k knows how anybody ever gets medical treatment around here.”
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