The home was full activity. Mr Crow was standing next to the tallest man Joe had ever seen. He was even taller than The Mountain in Games of Thrones, but, just like Azrail and Mr Crow, he was spindly, with long thin legs. He held a large leather briefcase in his right hand and a dark brown trilby in the other.
‘But Josiah,’ he said, ‘things can’t go on like this. Something has to be done. The law states -‘
‘I’ve sorted it,’ said Mrs Crow, sweeping through the room.
Mr Crow and the tall man turned as she spoke. Mr Crow looked rather relieved. The other man looked rather irked as if he didn’t really want whatever it was sorted.
‘Ah, Corvina,’ said the tall man, doffing his cap, ‘how good it is to see you.’
‘Oh, do get out of my way,’ snapped Mrs Crow, pushing past the man, ‘we’ve got a meeting to get started. Joe, come on.’
Joe was still stood in the doorway unsure whether he actually wanted to enter into the funeral home. It wasn’t like he was scared, or anything like that, but he felt that as soon as he crossed into the home his life would be changed for good. For better or worse. And he just wasn’t sure.
And then he heard Lola snarl. He was pushed out of the doorway as someone forced entry. He went flying, face first, on to the carpet.
‘Please, Corvina, tell me, he’s not…?’
Mrs Crow turned and yelled at Joe, ‘Get up then. We’ve got things to do.’
Joe scrambled to his feet, his face felt hot and anger was beginning to simmer in the pit of his stomach. He turned to see who’d knocked him over. In front of him stood the widest (and shortest) man he’d ever seen.
‘I’m not late, am I?’
‘Oh no, Mr Smith,’ said Mrs Crow, ‘it’s nice that you could join us. Now, if you’d let my assistant through.’
‘Oh, sorry,’ he said, looking at Joe. But Joe could tell he wasn’t sorry at all.
‘Shall we go through?’ asked Mrs Crow.
‘I’ve set up the conference room. Febris, Limos, and Marcus are already in there -‘
‘I bet that’s a great atmosphere. Lucifer here?’
Lucifer? Did he hear that right? Nah, thought Joe, it’s got to be some sort of joke.
‘Yes, and his secretary. We’re just waiting on the Boss.’
‘Okay. Let’s get this over with. Joe,’ said, Mrs Crow, ‘this way.’