Flay wrestled the steering wheel, fought to see ahead through the black rain; he was wishing he was there, hoping he would soon be there. He turned to the wide rear compartment for a quick glance at the equipment he"d brought; the items he"d been specifically asked to bring. He"d checked it all when he loaded it, of course. But Marlowe, on top of being a goof of a funeral director, was paranoid too, which made his employees paranoid out of necessity. Flay knew he"d be asked immediately upon touchdown if he had everything, and Marlowe would have a stroke if he so much as hesitated in his answer.
With his eyes darting from the road ahead to the compartment behind, and back again, he quickly took inventory. One collapsing wheeled stretcher. Only one was necessary, regardless of how many bodi
