Chapter 8
“So, are we on to something here?” she said, and immediately blushed at how her words and thoughts matched up. He saved her by picking up his transparent plastic soda cup.
“Well, we’re probably into a mess of regulations and red tape, to tell you the truth, but I think it’s worth a try. To our future grave robbing adventures!”
“May they all rest in peace.” Beth tapped his cup with hers.
She wished they had beer or wine instead of fountain soda, though too much booze would send her mind off in even more inappropriate directions. This bizarre situation Clina had dragged her into might turn out to have pretty damned good side benefits.
“I suppose we should get to know each other better if we’re getting into such a macabre business together,” Mark said, seeming to echo her thoug
