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Okay, so another vote against the "Angel is a psycho killer" option Whew

My food finally arrived along with a refill of ood and evil as the deputy claied to survive the rest of thethat wouldin that line of work

But, while I ate, one niggling thought occurred to me and refused to leave me alone

If I really did break h to chop off sooddaet everything set up and cleaned up I stayed late to get stuff cataloged or put away

And whenever I was alone, I scooped the brains out of the bags and squirreled that shit away I bought a bunch of ice packs, started saving plastic water bottles, and I washed out a bunch of the old pickle jars from underneath the cabinets at home I also decorated the jars to make it a little less obvious as in theirlwhere we’d take empty wine or liquor bottles--which ays had tons of--and cover every bit of glass with inch-long pieces oftape Once the bottles were covered in tape we’d smear brown shoe polish all over and then wipe the excess off with a rag, and ere done we had a bunch of bottles that looked cool and antique--kinda leathery, in a way At least, they looked cool to seven-year-old me Maybe I’d loved them because it was one of the few pleasant memories I had of my mother Funny how it’s so ain, there’d been a lot of the bad shit

I couldn’t decide if it looked du to the pickle jars, but it served its purpose Someone would have to actually open the jars to see what I had inside theht a cheap little hand held, battery-powered blender Once blended, the brains weren’t really recognizable as brains at all, but to be on the super-safe side, I borrowed a trick fro brains up with soup or fruit juice or chocolate milk--stuff that looked normal so that no one would freak out if they happened to open the cooler I could fit half a brain and about a cup of soup or chocolate milk into each jar or water bottle, and so far it see smelly I really wanted to see if brains could freeze and, after thawing, still retain whatever it was that I craved But I didn’t want to risk putting them in the freezer at home Either my dad would eat theoing as well as I could possibly expect, considering my circumstances I had a seriously fucked up diet, but I still ate real food and was starting to get to where I could tell the difference between hunger and Hunger Plus, the one ured out that I probably wasn’t in any sort of position to tell ht scoop froht that keptto enjoy the job

Drive a van How hard could it be, right?

Three AM on a Tuesday night and the body in the back of the van was being nice and quiet Not that I expected it to sit up and start talking or anything stupid like that But sometimes bodies made weird noises--farts and belches and shit like that--and I was still new enough to this gig that it gave me a bit of a freakout whenever I heard it

Yep, the freak who ate brains could still get freaked I had the iron sto for me, but there was still plenty of other shit that had the ability to creep ht out

I had the radio in the van on, but the left speaker was blown and Shania Twain sounded more like Axl Rose, so I had the volume pretty low Still, it was better than silence, especially since it was dark as all hell, and I was in the hway 1790 I hadn’t passed another car in over ten o before I hit what passed for civilization in St Edwards Parish

So that waslike a little bitch when I saw so in the road in front of me

I slammed on the brakes even as I realized that it was only a fallen tree with a branch sticking up that was kind of person-shaped Person woulda been better to hit, flashed through my head as I yanked the wheel to the left in stupid panic Really stupid panic, because I was already too close to the tree, and all I did was make sure the van went into a really spectacular flip and roll

My head sainst the doorframe as the van slammed down on the driver’s side, and for several seconds all I could see were bright bursts of light The van scraped along the highith a horrible shriek ofstopped, and all I could hear was the sound of ainst the driver’s side door, partially suspended by the seatbelt I’d only been wearing it because I knew I couldn’t risk getting written up for not wearing one in a Coroner’s Office vehicle Score one for the rulebook, I thought with a wheezing laugh Half the windshield had pulled free like a banana peel, and I could see the crescent y air flowed in and a mosquito buzzed nearacross my forehead Part of the doorframe had buckled and twisted inward, and it wasn’t until I unpeeled ers from the wheel that I realized ed end of white bone shoved through the skin of my forearm