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"You better call a plumber," I said to the funeral director's son

Count opened the padlock We almost fell over each other to see if Mrs Johnson was left undisturbed The tarp covered the workbench Count tore at the tarp, pulling it open and exposing an empty workbench

"Fuck," Count mumbled

"Where is she?" I asked

Steve Lucas was panic stricken, "Ohis to to do? Jesus Fucking Christ! How do you explain awas punctuated byfuneral pallor, I thought If there was ever a justified lawsuit, this was it! At least Krass brothers didn't lose randfather!

"Who would take her? Who would know she was even here?" Shannie struggled to keep her coed

"Beatsthe top of his head

"Rex Byrne and his Grease Monkeys?" Steve Lucas questioned

"How the fuck would they know," Count asked in an aggravated tone

"I don't know," Steve Lucas answered with another shrug; avoiding eye contact with the rest of us

"Beats the hell out ofan accusatorial finger at Steve Lucas "You told them, didn't you?"

"No Why would I?" Steve answered

"Don't lie to me you little pud puller! I'll crack you?" Shannie raised her hand Steve Lucas turtled behind his forearms "Okay, okay, I didn't mean to," he admitted "But they made me They cornered me on the way to school They told me they'd break my arms if I didn't tell them ere up to"

"Don't those idiots ever learn," Count said "I' their asses!"

"What did you tell the a casket from the parlor" Steve Lucas said

"If those rat-bastards even thought of setting a foot on my cemetery I'd nuke the wrench wristed oil pan scum "Strands of Count's spittle flew across the shed

"It's not Byrne and his boys," I said not looking up fro with my feet After my run ins with them the previous year, I developed an antenna for the out in front of Wally's"