I tapped on the dash of his truck. "Let's go. Time's a wasting."
If I wanted to get any information out of my contact at the morgue, I had to make it there quickly before someone else beat me to it.
Tony took a deep breath and let his foot off the brake. Now we were getting somewhere. Except not somewhere fast because he drove the speed limit down Main Street.
He'd just passed the high school when he asked, "Why exactly do you need to bribe the mortician?"
"Technically the assistant mortician." The head guy, a seventy-year-old man with poor fashion sense, did not accept bribes. Ask me how I knew.
"Regardless of his status, why are we bribing an employee of the morgue?"
He was a curious fellow. Most people learned it was better for their plausible deniability to not ask too many
